This item carries with it a severe risk of insulin shock. But I confess to understanding the source of the creative urge behind this one. The Nymph has hands which retreat into her sleeves at the first hint of cool weather; I’ve been known to grab her wrist and peel back several layers of sleeve in order to get at a hand to hold. Which is not to say that I would be caught dead sporting this rig:


You are looking at (wait for it) “Smittens“. Ouch, yah. Pass around that insulin needle when you are done with it, will ya?