The importance of gloves

The other day I paid $22 for a pair of cowhide work gloves. $3 of that went to the 'Stihl' name emblazoned across the back.
Yesterday I went out to untangle some wire for an electric fence.
'I won't need those', I says to myself.
I wasn't out there more than 10 minutes when the inevitable happened. I got a boo boo because of the sharp tip in the wire where I had cut it.
I felt pretty stupid for making a rookie mistake. One should always wear gloves and safety glasses when working.
The biggest issue would be infection. Any boo boo should be cleaned with alcohol, soap and clean water. I've had stickers and splinters stuck in for days before I discovered them. They had pussed up,  angry and red. Gloved would have prevented that.
Get gloves that fit so you can move your hands around inside a bit. You'll want to be able to work without tiring your hands fighting a tight glove.
Leather gloves will stretch with wear. I like the gloves that have reinforced palm. Synthetic material gloves are light weight, sturdy and ventilated. Leather gloves are heavy and my hands sweat, but I prefer them. They saved my fingers on countless occasions.
One reason that cow died was to make a pair of gloves so one could protect oneself. Let not her sacrifice be for naught!  Wear gloves when working.

Agreed.  

I'm a big fan of Atlas gloves:  https://www.oregonglove.com/collections/atlas-gloves/products/atlas-therma-fit-brushed-poly-cotton-knit-liner-latex-rubber-palm-glove

Durable and inexpensive.

I also like to cut the fingertips off the first two fingers and the thumb.

This allows me to do precision work, tying nots, etc.

Check them out!

This year I purchased baseball batting gloves for work that requires more dexterity. They fit so snugly and are very comfortable, even in the heat.

Good gloves can make all the difference, for sure. In addition to saving me from untold numbers of splinters, cuts, etc., my thick leather Carhartt gloves even saved me when I got bitten by an injured squirrel I was trying to help. It chomped me hard and I felt the pressure, but luckily the teeth didn't even puncture the leather, let alone my hand.
I haven't found equally durable gloves for warm weather or for when I need dexterity, so it's nice to see people sharing what's worked for them! I don't prefer the synthetic gloves as the ones I've tried eventually start flaking that textured coating and spreading it into the soil.

I just wish I could get gloves that fit...  large child gloves fit the fingers but are tight on the hand, small ladies fit the hand but are way long in the fingers...  and yes if your wondering I wear boys socks to fit my short wide feet...  and mostly wear a ladies double wide shoe.  Clothes, shoes, gloves, etc are just not designed for real women...

Dorothy Pohorelow wrote:Clothes, shoes, gloves, etc are just not designed for real women...

I hear ya, sister!! I have much the same problem. I always say this world ain't built for normal sized people like me. It's built for homunculi (perfectly formed miniature human beings) and munchkins. When people tell me I'm big (like I ain't heard that before), I tell them, "I ain't big, you're little".
Shirts are too short in length or sleeve. I need XXL gloves so I buy several pair when I find them. I could never join the mile high club, I can barely fit myself in an airplane toilet. I was even told once I couldn't go down a water slide again because I was too big. They said the water slide teetered to the side I was on while sliding down. Only homunculi and munchkins can ride this ride. There are cars I can't get into, most are tough. I drive a big Chevy pick 'em up truck and the seat is pushed all the way back and it's tilted all the way back.
Not so much anymore, but buffets hated to see me eyeballing their restaurant. Five or 6 return trips for the entree and then dessert.
Once in Scotland some little feller was at a train station waving a sign that read, 'Yankee go home'. He was protesting the nuclear submarines that came to Holy Loch. He backed into me accidentally as I was reading the schedule on the wall. He spun around and looked me square in the chest. His mouth opened wider the further up he had to look. When he got to the top I just smiled down at him. He threw his sign down and took off running. There was no doubt in his mind I was an American (Yankee).
Once a whole street full of kids were playing when the cab dropped me and the wife off to visit friends in Glasgow, Scotland. The entire street stopped to watch me until I went inside. After we left, the friend said she was inundated with phone calls to find out who that big Yank was.
I have many more stories about a normal person having to live in a tiny world, but this is supposed to be about gloves. Wear your gloves!!

A few months back, I got some "free" T-posts at the dump. (TLDR:$56 ER bill)
I was in a rush, and wasn't wearing gloves... as I tossed them into my truck, one of the blades at the base caught the heel of my hand and dug in.
I grasped it right away, and finding that it was a nice deep gash, I looked for a bandage... none. so, I put on my glove to have something to catch the blood.
Thankfully it didn't bleed! (at all!?!?) I somehow missed all the important stuff!?!?
Had a nice visit at the ER, last patient of the day, only one there, everyone on staff pitched in to give me three stitches.

It puts the gloves over its skin or it goes to the ER again!