When my lovely pair of black leather gloves decided to go their seperate ways in the midst of chilly, rainy, sleeting London, I needed a replacement couple and needed one fast. By pure happenstance we passed Monsson while taking a pasty pit stop before our next destination: Peckham(don’t ask). The Brit and I quickly scoured their glove collection and found them all to be quite charming with thier own unique style each and I found a pair not only suitable but perfect for a girl like myself. Purple and teal in color, with little buttons down each wrist side. These were so me. In a flash I snatched them up and after 22 quid I was on my way with warm and happy hands! P.S. The store has lots of other cute stuff, but for sake of The Brits’ sanity, I didn’t look around much.