I had forgotten my kid gloves.

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Today it is the coldest day here up to now. My hands are so cold that I though it was a shame to touch the hands of my friends with mine to greet them when they arrive. Suddenly I had an inspiration. I have kid gloves of every posible color. Forty years ago, I went to Italy with my husband. There was this market in Florence and they sold the most beautiful gloves for a reasonable price. As you know, prices depend (when one travels elsewhere) to the change in the moment. I loved them and I bought absolutly every color they have. I gave the black ones to my mother and acouple of years ago, the blue ones to Dixie. I have the rest. So now I will use the brown ones who go perfectly way with my clothes. Do you like kid gloves?