These are my gloves:
Josh was kind of cute about it too. He wrapped them up in the Shoprite bag they came in and hid them behind his back and announced that he bought a surprise for me. I have to admit, I was kind of hoping for a peppermint patty, but these were a nice, if distant, second. I choose to believe that he bought these gloves out of a true concern for my right index finger and not because I have been complaining about my hands and begging him to wash the dishes for awhile now.
At first I didn't like them, they felt funny, they smelled funny, they made me feel like an old lady. But now, a week later, I am loving them. My hands stay dry, I don't make any new hangnails when I scrub a pot, and my moisturizer is working again.
However, (and there is always a however), there were several remaining issues with the gloves. The first is that the gloves just bothered me from an aesthetic point of view. They are just so yellow and well, ugly. The second problem - which while more of a practical issue than one of looks - I believe is just as pressing. There is no where to put the gloves to let them dry. I have been hanging them over the faucet but one, they looked awful there and two, if anyone as so much looks at the sink, they fall off of the faucet and into the sink, making them all wet again. So what to do?
The obvious answer is to get some cleaning help, but since that ain't happening, we will have to solve both of these problems with the next best thing - one swift swipe of the hot glue gun. How, you ask? All it took was a quick trip to the ribbon bin!
But I still maintain that some cleaning help would be more fun. Sigh.