She had many different pairs. Some had raised fabric like stripes on the top, three or four lines. Some of them had buttons. All of them were similarly silky and soft.
My favorite gloves were the ones that had a small button in the center, underneath the wrist. I loved two different button kinds. One type had a smooth, shiny, mother of pearl luminescence and the other, even more favorite, were the gloves with the small, white, fabric covered button, almost crocheted looking.
I loved to touch the gloves, especially the button ones. Mom could only tolerate so much. Some days she couldn't tolerate me touching and playing with the button at all.
Read faces. I learned to look at her face to see if she was happy or mad. I learned which faces she made and when it could touch and not touch.
I loved mom's white gloves.
