The Lunatic Glove

Written by sigolene Prébois

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Posted on July 11 2020

Sappers at heart, we have always designed, sewn or had our wardrobes cut. In 2003, while rummaging in the basement of a fabric storage room, we unearthed a roll of heat-reactive fabrics; our enthusiasm was soon moderated by the realities of nature: worn, this fabric said far too much about our sweat glands; a simple shirt became very unseemly when the underarms suddenly changed color. Racking our brains to use this fabric that still enchanted us, we had a series of kitchen gloves made, small in size, finally adapted to our hands. One day the European Standards declared the padding too light and that was the end of the Lunatic Glove.

It's when you least expect it - when, absorbed by culinary preoccupations or tormented by gluttony, you have put the hot dish out of the oven and are gauging its degree of cooking - that the Lunatic Glove will surreptitiously plays a trick: great mystery, it changed color under the effect of the heat. Fortunately, there is nothing more to let go under the effect of surprise.

It's when you least expect it - when, absorbed by culinary concerns or tapped by greed, you've put the hot dish out of the oven and gauged its degree of cooking - that the Lunatic Glove plays a trick on you surreptitiously: a great mystery , it has changed color under the effect of heat. Luckily, there is nothing left to let go of the surprise.