I am a brand new pair of fleece gloves. I have never, ever, ever been worn. Jules ordered me for her kids, but ordered the wrong size. She kept forgetting to return until it was too late, so here we are. I am so sore from being stapled to this stupid piece of cardboard. I dream of being freed and being united with some cute little fingers to make me feel alive! 
 
Hot tip straight from the gloves' mouth: pay attention to the size chart and measure your little ones' hands to make sure I fit them! (Something J didn't take the time to do, a lesson she has learned)