Work gloves, I use them everyday, they are the typical yellow kind with the white leather fingers and palms, and the yellow with blue stripes cuffs. It just so happens that I hate the cuff parts and when ever I get a new pair I inevitably cut the cuff off. If they have lining in them I usually yank the linings out as well. I also use my gloves for months, until they are worm out, beyond any reasonable use. black and soft, torn up. Once these gloves get wet they are useless. everyone else will just go to stores and get a new pair. not me, i wring them out and dry them off and hope for the best. I like em this way. used and abused. Nobody else even comes close to displaying this kind obsesive behavior.
Then I came across this passage in a book called "lonesome Traveller", written by J. Kerouac and published in 1960.

Finally, someone who understands.

"I resolved to get all my other gloves from the ground and so went for weeks with my black hand clutching sticky cold iron of engines in the dewy cold night, till i finally found the first glove outside the San Jose yard office., a brown cloth glove with red Mephistophelean lining, picking it up limp and damp from the ground and smashed on my knee and let it dry and wore it.---Final other glove found outside Watsonville yard office, a little leather imitation outside glove with warm inside warm lining and cut with scizzors or razor at the wrist to facillitate putting it on and obviate yanking and yunking.--These were my gloves..."