Gloves in a cold climate

I have two pairs of beautiful cashmere-lined gloves, which were given to me as an unexpected and extravagant gift this fall. They've become something of a luxurious curse, though, in that every time I wear them or even think about them, I worry so much about losing them that I forget how lovely they are. I clench my fists when I wear them so I'll remember what it's like to have them on, so I won't leave them on a counter or a library shelf. That my hands would be cold would not be reminder enough, apparently.

When I was growing up, we had a box of countless pairs of one-size-fits-all purple gloves from Wal-Mart in the hall closet, and my brother and I would pick out one or two to replace whatever we had lost on the playground that day, week, etc. I would like for life to still be this simple. I still prefer this method for umbrellas: why would I buy a nice umbrella if I know chances are good I'll lose it, sometimes in the same rainstorm that I've bought it? I don't think anyone who lives on Riverside Drive can really take their chances with a nice umbrella, either, as the wind off the river has whipped my just-purchased deli umbrella into a sad bat corpse too many times.

Somehow I manage to hold on to scarves--I keep mine on indoors, so that's a way to remember.