I took these gloves to work with me one day. I got to thinking about them and their history. I have had these gloves for 44 years. I received them for a Christmas present when I was eight. They were big on me then and they are small on me now. The reason for the gift was the sensitivity of my hands to the cold. The October before Christmas I was carving a Halloween pumpkin. The very last cut on the pumpkin my slimy hand slid across the blade of the knife. Long story short, I cut the nerves and tendons on the two smallest fingers of my right hand. Three and a half hour surgery to put my fingers back together. I still have wires holding my tendons together. So my fingers became very sensitive to the cold. After reading my journal entry about this painting my wife bought me a new pair of gloves for Christmas this past December. My fingers did not grow as big as my other fingers and I do not have full movement in them. I do have full feeling though. The sensitivity to cold has lessened over the years. I am glad that surgeons were able to put this humpty dumpty back together again.