Go, glove, lovely glove!
Yesterday I started a singlesword class with Mike Yahn of Combat Inc (“Sink into your stance. Breathe. Do you look awesome?”), and of the four women in the class, I noticed that three of us were wearing the exact same gloves.
I think a lot about gloves.
In my renfaire stage combat haunt, period leather gauntlets were the gold standard, but I have tiny hands and sensitive skin that objects to heat and sweat, not to mention black dye. For a while, I wore the plain black leather gloves that I wore in winter, until Ricki Ravitts mentioned at the Sling that youth batting gloves were perfect for her: they come in small sizes, they’re comfortable and flexible right away, the wrist strap keeps them from riding up like my winter gloves did, and you can pick them up pretty much anywhere. Bingo. Brilliant. The trick was finding a plainish pair — no pink, no stripes, no huge logos I couldn’t take off with a seam ripper — and I guess Ruby, Elizabeth, and I came to the same conclusion: Nike’s Keystone youth batting gloves.
And now when this pair wears out and I don’t remember what they were called, I might remember that I wrote it down somewhere on the internet….