The Great Ethel Garden Glove Giveaway


Ethel1UPDATE:  We have our winners!

And the gloves go to: 

Kim for her ‘Little Glovies’ song.

Benjamin for standing up for his right to fabulous gloves.

And, if she checks back in and gets an email address to me, Becca for her fabulous red dress.

Kim and Benjamin, I sent you an email already.  Just need your address, size, and style of choice.

Thanks for playing!  Wow–65 entries! That’s more comments than we got for the garden cart giveaway.

Remember that you can still order a pair online and use the promo code RANT to get 10% off.

As part of our ongoing efforts to provide you, our readers, with free stuff, we are pleased to announce that three of the cleverest and luckiest of you will win a pair of the new Ethel garden gloves. Actually, you’ll need to be not just clever and lucky, but also female, because the deal is that these gloves are designed to fit a woman’s hand.  In fact, according to the brochure:

You’re the woman who wears red stilettos to a black tie event and a polka-dot dress to a business luncheon.  When asked to give an impromptu speech–to an audience of one-hundred unforgiving critics–you never hesitate.

And furthermore:

No woman feels beautiful with torn cuticles and dirt-encrusted fingernails. Yet, tasks around the house and garden often lead to these adverse consequences.

Indeed!  I’m not sure Ethel’s going to reach the stiletto-and-polka-dot crowd here, but the torn cuticles and dirt-encrusted fingernails sound familiar.  So Ethel gloves come in five colors and styles, and they’re priced at eighteen bucks, and even if you don’t win our big prize, you can get a 10 percent discount if you order through their website and use the code RANT.Ethel2

Now, as longtime readers may recall, I burn through a pair of gloves in a single year. No garden glove has
ever passed the twelve-month mark in my backyard.  The holes always appear in the fingertips, making them useless as a means of keeping dirt off my hands.  So I’ll be giving Ethel a try in the garden, but it’ll be a solid year before I’m able to make a report. As you can see, I’ve already put them to work in the garden and I’ve used them for that all-important task, feeding chicken scratch to my hens.  Dolley couldn’t wait for me to toss the scratch to her; she flew right into my hand.  That girl knows how to get what she wants.

So here’s how you get what you want:  Post a comment and tell us about the one thing you do that absolutely, positively, always requires the use of gloves. Some of us go glove-free in the garden, some of us pull our gloves on and off in frustration as we alternate between glove-worthy and non-glove-worthy tasks, and some of us glove up before we exert even the slightest effort outdoors.  Be creative.  Expand your glove-worthy tasks to include non-gardening activities if you like.  I’ll choose three of the most entertaining responses and get a pair of gloves to you.

Bonus points if it involves red stilettos.  Double-bonus points for photographic evidence.


  1. This is obvious discrimination. I am appalled and offended and couldn’t care less. Amy, Michele, Susan and Elizabeth, you are all tagged for a list meme. Now you could be annoyed by my bold retribution for blatant discrimination or seize this as an opportunity to expand your About pages and let your loyal readers know more about the writers behind the Rant. The procedure is here:

    About gloves, one word, thorns. I may consider using gloves after I have been stabbed once or twice. Strangely I have been pretty good about using gloves while working with lumber to build my cozy little cabin.

  2. I hate gloves. Hate them. My hands get too hot, and no matter how thin the gloves are, I end up fumbling around with more precision tasks like seed sowing. I have a pair of heavy duty leather gloves that I use when I’m pruning my killer (as in deadly, not awesome) rosebushes, but other than that, I don’t wear them.

    It’s pretty safe to say I’ll never be a hand model 🙂

  3. I tend to use latex gloves when I’m planting or putting mulch down, and don’t use my leather gloves except in the barn. Otherwise, I’m gloveless.

  4. There are two things I always use gloves for: one has been mentioned by others already, and that is for pruning any shrub with thorns. I learned that the hard (or stupid) way. The other is when amending any bed where I’m likely to encounter any form of creepy-crawly. Yes, I know how beneficial some are to the garden, but it’s so much easier to squish the life out of a slug with gloves on. 🙂 I do neither in red stilettos, though I’m always up for a challenge. 😉

  5. Sorting the dead thistles out from the mulch requires gloves; I have developed the skill to nip out the young ones without gloves, but all things go into the mulch/compost around the melons (especially since my neighbor helpfully dumps theirs into my space). Sorting out the dried, stiff prickles is nigh impossible to do without a pair of gloves. Now that a tangle of centipedes has moved into the same area of the community garden plot, I dare not put my bare hands in the dirt. I love centipedes as much as the next person, but have no desire to test my friend’s assertion that their bites are painless.
    Also, if I had these gloves, the ad copy strongly implies I could transition straight from my garden, slipping on my stilettos as I leave the gopher-riddled paths, stopping off at the ongoing neighborhood cocktail party, where my gloves would fit right in – and I would not be shamed by the state of my hands. As long as my hands are pristine, I’m sure the party will not scorn the clay-encrusted jeans, or the aroma of catnip smeared on my skin in a vain attempt to ward off mosquitos. I will pop my lovage into a glass of heirloom local tomato juice and cheap vodka, and let the party admire me and my fashionableness. That would be awesome.

  6. I never was much for gloves. Maybe because I was never much for finger nails, since I’m a non recovering nail biter.

    But then came my epiphany moment. The garden walk was coming. I had committed (in hind sight I should have been committed to a psych ward) and set upon completely reconfiguring my yard. I made paths where no paths had gone before. I dug into a slop to make a flat cobblestone patio. I filled in with free dirt from the public works department that came from dredging the river. Such a deal. And I did it all with my bare, and I mean totally bare, hands.

    Then the weeding and planting began. Where the free dirt was deposited I spied a new species in my yard. Was it something exotic? Would it be pretty? Should I pull it out? I went with out and had my very first introduction to STINGING NETTLES.

    I love gloves. I love gloves. I love gloves.

  7. I have a heavy leather glove I wear for thorns. Just one; the other hand is ungloved to use the clipper.

    I was gifted a pair of Foxgloves (a pricey glove brand) for my birthday and plan to wear them for planting. I keep another pair of gloves in the car for gardening on-the-go, where hand-washing may be unavailable. But I am mostly bare-handed for everyday watering, deadheading, and weed picking. I suppose I should wear gloves more often, but I go out “just to water,” see a weed, and the next thing you know I am covered in dirt.

    I did once own red stillettos, and polka dots, in another life. Now I live in garden clogs and khakis, and should wear gloves more often. But, for the record, I *am* still beautiful with dirty fingernails.

  8. I love gloves. They protect my hands while digging in the dirt, pruning, and cleaning the chicken coop.
    Most important, tho, is the day of my garden club’s tour and tea party. I wear a dress, hat, and my prettiest garden gloves.

  9. Since I’ve had the poison ivy from hell this summer, I would use my Ethel gloves (which are washable BTW) to get rid of the rest of the PI on my 7.5 acres. I’ll also be wearing a hazmat suit, but I’m sure a hint of the red stiletto heels will just peek out from pant leg.

  10. Working with the roses, I most certainly need to wear gloves. I do not like getting pricked by all the thorns and a good, sturdy pair of gloves is a must. Thanks for offering them!

  11. Heavy spring weeding. Can’t find a tool that’s small enough to not take out baby seedlings, so I always do it by hand. By May this year my nails looked like Uma Thurman’s when she digs her way out of a grave in “Kill Bill”.

  12. Unlike Colleen, I love gloves. I can’t resist a gardening glove display and I will not submit to having my many pairs counted. Probably couldn’t handle the embarrassment. And the different types, each with it’s own use, and the colors . . . .

    Little glovies, in the garden tote,
    Little glovies made out of different stuff,
    Little glovies, little glovies, little glovies, none the same.
    There’s a green pair, and a pink pair, and a blue pair, and yellow pair (really!).
    And they’re all made out of different stuff, and none of them are the same.

    And the glovies, in the garden tote
    Get used for all different kinds of things,
    Where my hands need little glovies, little glovies, none the same.
    Some for pruning, some for raking, some for planting, some for chopping wood,
    And they’re all made out of different stuff, and none of them are the same.

    I love my gloves! And I wear them ALL. Off to take a photo and post on my blog.

  13. I am one of those who gloves up for the smallest gardening task – as a pro, I have had to learn to do that or suffer VERY cracked hands!

    But you know what I was pleased to pull on gloves for the other day? Cleaning out my freezer! Not only did I avoid the perennially unpleasant aroma of freezer burn on my delicate digits (which seems to need more than the usual floral soap to wash off), but I also avoided frostbite! Woo-hoo!

  14. Christopher, I almost forgot to respond! YES, dammit it. I’ll do some soul-searching on the road to Buffalo tomorrow and respond soon. For you, I’m losing my meme virginity.

  15. I typically don’t wear gloves in the garden, but there is one task they are vitally essential for – pruning blackberries and raspberries!

    I love blackberries, but not those tasteless, thornless varieties. I have a “wild” blackberry bramble at the edge of my garden and it requires yearly pruning after the fruiting season. Although I love the taste of these black gems, the thorns have been known to eat my fingers and hands! So, hence, the reason I need gloves.

    The same goes for my raspberry canes!

  16. Winter pruning. I pull on thin gloves and cover the thin gloves with fingertipless ragwool gloves. And sometimes this still isn’t enough. I add in hand hotties during the coldest times, and I try all sorts of gloves to help. My doctor recently told me that what’s happening is Raynaud’s Syndrome (more here: And, no, Lupus isn’t involved.

    Still, even on a warmish day in the garden one or two or all of my fingers may lose circulation and go numb. Mostly, it happens when I’m working in the winter (see pruning above), but you never know when it will rear its ugly head!

  17. I’m afraid these are not the gloves for me. Dirty nails? Ragged cuticles? Please. How about some protection against blood and blisters? Here’s what I’ve needed gloves for in the past year in my garden: running a jackhammer, wrestling flagstone, wielding a pickaxe, shoveling yards of crushed gravel, post-hole digging, toting lumber, busting sod, and okay, yeah, dealing with raspberries and a singularly bloodthirsty shrub rose.

    Sing it, Matriarchy! I feel beautiful with dirty nails too.

  18. Gardening? Check. Gloves don’t phase the pyracantha, but I wear them anyway because I don’t want to encourage its taste for blood.

    Snow? In SoCal? Nope. But we wear gloves when it’s chilly and 60. Admittedly, we do this mostly to annoy visitors from really cold climes. It’s petty, but it helps us reconcile ourselves to our mortgages and our commutes.

    Wedding? Check–WITH red stillettos! Sadly the shoes do not appear in the pic, but I think you’ll be convinced anyway.

  19. Thorns are Not Your Friends. Go here to find out why: . I use gloves most assuredly when handling thorny pruning jobs. I usually start wearing gloves when I’m weeding in damp dirt…tho they’ve been known to come off when I am weeding between small plants. It’s easier to feel the difference between a plant you want to keep and a plant you want to yank out by its roots, when your skin is involved.

    As soon as I’ve identified the miscreant however, the gloves go back on and I ruthlessly dig through the dirt, finding the deepest roots I can, and yank them suckers out.

    You did say extra points for pictures. I gave you thorns for my extra points….

  20. I never used to wear gloves in the garden — never could find a pair that didn’t seem to just be in the way.

    That all changed after a bout with breast cancer when the doctor strongly advised wearing them to be sure not to pick up any bad things in the dirt.

    So I wear gloves in the garden all of the time — still looking for that perfect pair [my garage is littered with lots of pairs with finger holes on the right middle finger] I have hopes for a lovely pair of lavendar gloves that matches my Easter Egg Lavendar house.

  21. I’m a certified full time glove wearer whether I’m out in the garden or in the art studio.
    It all started when I was enrolled in a hort class at an Ag school in the agricultural belt of California ( Salinas Valley)
    There was a ‘cowboy’ dance that I wanted to go to . Ladies got in free if we were in the agriculture , rancher, rodeo , or horticulture business.
    The door man wasn’t buying it that I was a girl rancher or a hort student from the Valley.
    I think it was my crisp Bostonian accent and Birkenstocks that gave me away.
    So when I was asked to show him my hands as proof that I was a ‘hard work’en woman’, he gasped at my callused palms , soil stained split nails and torn cuticles.
    The look on his face was shear horror. “ That them there are the hardest up look’en hands I ‘ave ever seen on a young lady”.
    I got into the dance for free ( hand pity ) but I was mortified about my hands and have always been sensitive about them ever since.
    My palm calluses have never gone away, they’re not as gross as they use to be when I was a full time , out in the field gardener, but they still exist.
    So I wear gloves all the time, mostly to protect the eyes of others from my ‘hard up’ looking hands.

  22. Please, I need good gloves to heal the rift between me and my rudbeckia. I’ve grown to hate them because I hate wearing gloves (at least the ones I have), but the damn black-eyed susans refuse to stay in their area–and I’ve found out the hard way that my skin is very sensitive to the little hairy things on the stems.

    So when I see a few of the leaves trying to hide at the bottom of coreopsis or taking over a spot in between the monarda and oregano (again), I swear at them and then put on the gloves and (aggressively and meanly) rip them out. My husband loves them and their (stupid) sunny happy flowers, and I used to love them, but now…well, we need counseling. Or gloves I wouldn’t mind wearing.

  23. Susan, we have an open relationship and both love to experiment. She / he, he / she. Good to know GR folks are open. I was half serious, mind you. (And my hands are actually quite girlish and thin–in college my nickname was “long fingers.”)

  24. My husband calls me a “gardening imperialist” since I regularly take over more and more space in our garden. I think of myself as “Earth Mother”, mostly because I’m always covered in some kind of muck.
    I love the garden so much and find it so difficult to stay away from it that I have a list of what I call “five minute jobs” in my head and when I’m kept waiting by my man I usually do one of these.
    Now,on the rare occasion when I can be cleaned up enough to go out socially and I’ve tossed the crusted overalls for a wispy frou frou dress and red stilettos it would seem a shame for me to strip aphids off a plant with my bare hands.Then I could really use a pair of Ethel gloves!

  25. I shan’t even attempt to win these gloves when everyone has written either a fabulous, funny or over the top fabulously funny comment. But I would love to be a judge! Please dear reader, send seeds or plants that will grow and thrive in Nashville to me and I will promise to plant them, uhm, I mean vote for you!
    clay and limestone
    ps I do use gloves for moving all the limestone and clay in my yard!

  26. I went on a killing spree this morning. I usually leave such tasks for the Blue Birds and Carolina Wrens, raising families in the nest boxes mounted around the garden. However, still haunted by memories of past cucumberless summers, I felt this tasks was too important to be left to birds. You see, my cucumber vines were infested with cucumber beetles, and something had to be done.

    Such a killing spree requires the proper attire, so I put on my polka-dot dress, red stilettos and of course gloves. I just hate the stains left on my fingers when I squish beetles with my bare hands. And when I wear thick gloves, I don’t feel that disgusting crunch. So squishing bad bugs is the one task for which I always wear gloves.


  27. One word – slugs! I have to wear gloves when I pick up one of these slimy creatures as it is about to make dinner of my favorite hosta and then propel them in flight over the fence into the lot behind me (where nobody is currently living). I think they truly enjoy that moment of being airborne – and there are plenty of weeds on the other side to cushion the landing and keep them munching on that side of the fence.

  28. I ALWAYS wear gloves when installing gardens for clients – it is crucial that they think I am willing to get down to the nitty gritty with my crew – the gloves tend to offset the impact of the parasol that I carry everywhere to keep the sun off my face. But of course, that only works if the gloves have been used and are a little dirty. But not TOO dirty; I am the Horticultural Directress, after all…

    They MUST be stylish as well … In Los Angeles, image is everything – even in Landscape Design. Actually, ESPECIALLY in Landscape Design…

  29. You know, those are some attractive gloves. Do they seem like they’d hold up to blackberry thorns? I bought an old fixer of a bungalow that is surrounded by the invasive Himalayan blackberries that are attacking Oregon like kudzu in the south. So delicious, so painful to uproot the labor-intensive no-spray way. I’ve killed off a couple pairs of gloves already.

    Garden gloves, i’ve found, are also useful for replacing baby bluejays that have fallen out of their nest in your camellias, while fending off pecking by said baby or the parents who hover about divebombing you in an ungrateful fashion. Perhaps they’d appreciate the sartorial splendor of the Ethel glove?

  30. I actually blogged about this very subject earlier this week: I can’t fulfill my destiny as garden assassin without my green suede assassin gloves.

  31. I use gloves because I almost always run into something that gives me the itchies while I’m pruning, weeding, dead-heading, planting or what have you. I also wear gloves when dealing with thorny things. The other day I tackled a climbing rose without first donning the long gloves because I was just too busy to go back in the garage and get them. I’m mostly healed now…
    I do try to find prettiest gloves for the task at hand (ba-da-bum), so the Ethel gloves sound just perfect.

  32. I sometimes use gloves in the garden. My cat Junior leaves things in the garden amongst the dirt and plants. I remove them and try to think up new ingenious ways to convince him not to leave those things there. Nothing has worked. Fresh gloves would be most appreciated.

  33. I’m a fan of West County gloves myself, because they are the first gloves I’ve ever found that fit my long-fingered hands properly. Mens’ gloves are too broad in the fingers and across the palm, and womens’ gloves (except for West County) have always proven to be too small, too narrow, and most importantly, TOO SHORT.

    As for a task I find gloves essential for (and I don’t want any swag–I’m just sharing the joy of gardening here): weeding with feline assistance. I have a new (about 9 month old, as far as I can tell) kittenterrorist in my life, and he likes to pounce my hands as I weed. I pull a weed or two, kitten pounces, I rassle kitten (hence the gloves), he races around the yard, I pull a few more weeds, kitten pounces…repeat ad infinitum. The kitten’s name: Thomas T. Monsterkitten. He’s a shorthaired orange tabby (and yes, I had him neutered already).

  34. These two things must accompany me when I cross the threshold: pruning shears and gloves. I develop a somewhat emotional attachment to my gloves. I once lost a pair — purple cloth and leather palms — and was surprised how distressed I was by their loss. I replaced them with a similar pair, red not purple. When I had nearly worn out the red pair, I found the purple ones. (Sorry, no photos.)

    I like my gloves a little on the large side. I learned from my blacksmithing hubby that smiths wear their gloves large and loose to be able to shake them off quickly without having to use two hands.

    When do I wear ’em? Like everyone else: when I battle with evil berry vines, prune up the roses, amend the beds, pull weeds, lay stone paths. In other words, pretty much all the time except for when I need naked fingertips for fine work.

    And a manicure? Nope. Wouldn’t last!

  35. Ah… the sad and ironic red stiletto/garden glove/time-on-earth paradox!

    After twenty years of gardening for a living, the appearance of red stilettos on my feet has decreased in direct proportion to the now-constant sportage of mostly knit/grippy-palmed gloves for every gardening task.

    They are in my truck, tucked in to all four door pockets, they are in my purse, my tool kit, the sheds of various clients, and I have an emergency pair stashed in my husband’s car just in case some unplanned horticultural activity should arise while we are tooling around on the weekend.

    I have worn gloves in a box, with a fox, here, there, and everywhere.

    By the way, I vote for the “Little Glovies” entry!

  36. I need gloves because I have been waging a war on the green briars that love our Florida climate. There are at least three species of Smilax thriving in my yard. Talk about a misnomer, these vicious vines do NOT make me smile with their woody prickles.* I’ve pulled out tubers that are seven or eight inches across, so I can’t just chop them off, I need to find those tubers. I found out that the tubers were used to make sarsaparilla–who knew?? Here’s a link to my vicious vine article:

    *Note: There are three classifications of sharp protrusions from plants: thorns, spines and prickles.
    1) A thorn is a modified branch and appears in place of a branch on a tree such as on a honey locust. Thorns often branch themselves.
    2) A spine is a modified stipule and spines appear in pairs at the base of a leaf or stem. Black locust is an example.
    3) Prickles are randomly located sharp protrusions from a stem. A rose does not have thorns, but prickles.

    So now y’all will be better educated when you don your new gloves to fight those sharp things plants produce to protect themselves. Those red stilettos are also a form of protection, right??

  37. This discussion… has revealed to me that I’m a glovaholic. I currently have around 12 pairs and they don’t “all look just the same”. Each type is uniquely qualified for a particular garden task. Or at least that’s what I tell myself when I’m at the point of sale. And they keep making better, more specialized ones! And cheaper!

    I’m really not not obsessive about any other garden tools – I just love my glove.

  38. Well, it’s boring, but I always wear gloves when weeding. Coaxing those taproots from the ground requires hand protection!

    Also, I do wear gloves while cleaning litterboxes at the animal shelter. I think that is just…weirdness, on my part, because we have a cat too. Moreover, it requires me to remove said gloves to cuddle and snuggle the cats, which I do frequently.


  39. I don’t wish to be considered for the gloves, since I rarely wear them in the garden; but this whole topic reminds me of a lovely quote from Beverley Nichols’ gardener Oldfield (who never wore gloves) in “Sunlight on the Lawn.” He said, “…a man don’t put on gloves when he makes love to a woman. No more he should when he tends a rose.” This has been a very enjoyable post and great comments.

  40. Dahlings! Do they (Ethel’s gloves) come in red, to match my red stilettoes? I don’t think I can possibly use them if they don’t (however, I would be willing to try after dark). My neighbours would be absolutely appalled if I were to venture into the garden improperly dressed, and most gardening gloves are sooooooo ugly and don’t harmonize with my garden attire, not one teensy bit.

  41. Please pardon this second post — I just _had_ to comment again, especially since I made such a point about _always_ taking gloves into the garden with me.

    Tonight, during my post-office, pea-harvesting, apres martini tour du jardin, I ecshewed my beloved purple glovies and popped those peas off the vine without protection. Hey, I took them with me — just didn’t wear them. Now, with chagrin, I write, with the burning wound of a redwood splinter in my knuckle. (Redwood? Peas? Think raised beds. And still no pictures. Please — I’m gardening, not modeling.)

    Insects have this all figured out: Exoskeleton good! Endoskeleton? It’s good for us larger kritters, but kinda worthless against splinters. (This brings up another question: What happened to all those three-foot-long prehistoric dragonflies? Hey, we think of these things after a stout Friday-nite cocktail.)

  42. I absolutely always wear gloves when pulling wild parsnip. This is no laughing matter. Get the juice of wild parsnip anywhere on you, and it will give you blisters and burns. So I not only wear gloves, but a long sleeved shirt and long pants. I usually somehow wind up with a blister on my neck. Guess I should add bandana to the list.

  43. Cheap 5.99 Pink Atlas Fit Gloves are hole proof and machine washable. No sweat either. They’re like sock’s, though. One often comes up missing. My husband prefers me barefoot and natural. I’m finding I like it that way.

  44. No bare feet! I made a faux paw. We don’t like hig heels! Hot garden shoes should keep your toes clean, your back aligned, and give you the ability to stomp on a shovel.

  45. I need the gloves for the bedroom. I am a younger gardener; I don’t remember a time before AIDS. Therefore, it was drummed into our heads- No gloves, no love.

  46. Gloves my darling, are always required when ducking into little spaces between the stone retaining wall that might contain surprise mice, spiders, and other unexpected surprises.

  47. I wear gloves for anything that requires my hands to touch dirt and it’s not because I’m worried about the dirt getting under my nails although I must admit that that is extremely annoying. It’s because of the bugs! I can’t stand anything that’s wriggling, crawling, buzzing, flying, or looking at me. They freak me out and if they touch me I have to wash my hands to get the “ick” off. As we all know, insect life is everywhere outside so I won’t even pretend that I’m capable of doing work out there without protective gear on my hands.
    Also, on the occasion when we find a bird or animal of some kind that has left this world I not only use a shovel to dispose of it but I must wear gloves while using said shovel. Then afterwards I disinfect the shovel. Yes, I know. I have problems.

  48. Once a blood-letting member of the propagation team at a local rose nursery, I was among the ranks of hardy cutting-takers. Real gloves were frowned upon. Instead, we proudly bore tanlines from the electrical tape that wrapped the thumb and fore-finger of each of our left hands. Avon’s Silicone Glove hand cream and those lanolin-scented tins of greasy bag balm helped sooth the resulting wounds. We were certainly scarred but didn’t have to deal with the smelly, sweat-sock odours of hands in damp gloves.

    But there is one thing for which gloves are essential now that I live in a wet west coast town. Even though my gardening is limited to a patio these days, gloves must be worn for picking off slimy slugs for their rapid, organic, extermination, lest one be covered in gelatinous slug-ooze.

    Even the least girlie of us gardening kind can’t help but “ew!” at the feeling of a four-inch slug against one’s skin!


  49. When we bought our house, the previous owners left several potted cacti, each over 5 ft tall. I’m sure they’ll need re-potting at some point, and I haven’t found a pair of gloves that will allow me to even weed around them without getting poked, much less re-pot them.

  50. Although I would love to garden au naturale I wear gloves for most gardening for one reason and one reason only…black widows. I always say, if you want to see a black widow give me 5 minutes…I’ll find you one. And although I have several pairs of red shoes, stilettos are sadly missing. The heels would just sink into the soil.

  51. rose buthes shall we say thorns ugh I love roses but boy do I hate the thorns that inverable get me no matter how careful I am

  52. I wear gloves when hauling hardscape – stone, CMUs, pavers.

    When I lived in Michigan, there wasn’t much else I put the gloves on for – I’d attempt to do the task without and only put on gloves when the irritation of the thorns/ prickles/ etc. became too much. Needless to say, my leather gloves can last for years. And years.

    Here in Phoenix, Arizona though, there is one additional thing I will put on the gloves for – Bougainvilleas. My land, those plants are thorned something fierce!

  53. Kate says: “When we bought our house, the previous owners left several potted cacti, each over 5 ft tall. I’m sure they’ll need re-potting at some point, and I haven’t found a pair of gloves that will allow me to even weed around them without getting poked, much less re-pot them.”

    Wow, that is a challenge. Cacti that size really can’t be handled by ‘hand’ alone.

    You’ll want to get a good strong dolly, some old carpet remnants, and some length of old garden hose. And some strong friends. The trick is to never actually touch the plant with your hands.

    With any luck, they will live happily in the pots for years to come, and you _won’t_ have to repot them!

  54. I am what could best be called a Gardening Novice…who came from Gardening Lovers. Both sides of family–all the way back as far as I can remember (and have otherwise heard about): gardening pros. I didn’t inherit the gene, I guess. But somehow, now at the ripe ole age of 56, my GAs(Gardening Ancestors) must be a’callin’ me because now I have the Gardening Bug and am learning–bit by bit. I no longer say “I have a black thumb”–I say “I am a recovering Gardening Idiot”. Therefore, I have to say: I USE GLOVES FOR EVERYTHING !! Things that real gardeners would most likely scoff at! Or at the very least–chuckle. I wear them to pick up tools ! To turn off the water! To open containers of Anything Garden. (I have a seperate “special” pair of old gloves just for donning when I do “Poop Patrol” for my darling golden retrievers–but,hey,that is another story for another time!) I especially wear them to dig in the dirt or carry river rocks from one area to another(and oh! the joy of those two seemingly simple tasks!) Yes, I am a Novice Gardener working on my Intermediate Status–and am gloriously happy to be out in the sun(or fog or misty rain or cloudy day)and working in the Lovely Earth! Many, many thanks…

  55. Oh my gosh – I have 45 rose bushes. There is no way I’m going to dead head or prune them without gloves.

  56. Us women of “a certain age” can remember when coming out of the house without gloves was cause enough for scandal so pulling on a pair in the garden is just plain nostalgic. Fashion or function…. choose your weapons. But lately I’ve been stocking up on boxes of rubber gloves , you know the ones that come all the way up the arms and make you look and feel like some kind of aqua-mutant. I also keep the little blue ones around for low level filth remediation. Yes I said it. Filth. Now, you’d think the filth-o-meter of someone who has no problem with bare hand scoops of slithering earthworms from the composter would be comfortably set to way low. But worm handling pales in comparison to the out of sight and unsightly imagined pestilences that lurk beyond my garden gate. So on go the gloves in public rest rooms, use at the ATM… yes , it has come to this.

  57. I LOVE gloves. At present I’m not wearing any because I’ve given up on them. I go through at least three pair a year. This year I actually “broke down” and bought a pair of “Landscape Gloves.” Sure I was paying more but I thought they would last longer because of the construction of them seemed durable enough and I actually believed that maybe they were “the ones.” I also bought one pair of the ones I like…rubberized palm and fingertips. Needless to say the landscape gloves are in my garden cart with a hole in the finger and the other ones I’ve worn out about two months ago. The reason I like gloves is that I’m always in my garden and I’m not one of those manicure persons. My cuticules are bad enough without the extra stains of greenish-black lingering around. Besides, I have cats. Not that the two of them dare leave air conditioning to take care of business. But every now and then they decide to go out, especially after a good rain. The next day the mulch around my roses is in neat little piles.I just feel better about having my hands covered. I’m a former nurse so I know all about handwashing…believe me. I wash and scrub my fingernails everytime I come into the house…which is frequent because I drink a lot of water during all this HOT weather. Gloves (when they are new) keep the dirt from building up under my nails and around my cuticules. I haven’t heard about Ethels Gloves until now but I’m willing to put them to the test. Happy digging and pruning and weeding and all the good earth has to give to all!!!!

  58. Dear Sirs,

    The Rostaing Company, founded in 1789 is manufacturing high quality gloves for the gardening and DIY.

    We are currently looking for distributors in the USA.

    As you are already selling quality products, I think there could be a very interesting product mix between our lines of products.

    Rostaing as a producer, provides:

    – gloves with selected premium raw materials (such as leather, technical fibers,..),

    – accurate sizes from 6 to 11.

    – Protection norms according to the various applications.

    Awaiting for your feedback.

    Best regards

    Marc Jeannet
    Rostaing S.A.
    Directeur Export / International Sales Director

    Tel. : + 33 4 74 46 08 90
    Fax : + 33 4 74 61 34 43
    Mobile : + 33 6 67 92 53 92

    [email protected]

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