No glove. No love.

Enough about weaves for a second.

If you love our site, you'll love our new favorite thing on the Internet: Unrequited Gloves. It's a project by our friend Emilee, who's been collecting photos of rogue gloves at rock bottom for quite a while. The blog is new, but it's off to a great start. Who knew gloves had such drama?

Well done, Emilee. Girl, you lost your glove!

Get weaves in your Twitterfeed!

We just created a Twitter account for Girl, You Lost Your Weave -- how exciting! That means you can get alerts every time there's a new weave sighting. Follow us: @LostYourWeave.

Not a Twitterer? You really should be.

Look at all those weaves!

For the past year or so, I've been documenting an odd phenomenon across the city of St. Louis: lost weaves.

When I photographed my first weave — about a year ago, on my walk to work in downtown St. Louis — I didn't know I'd eventually need to start a whole blog dedicated to missing tufts of hair. But in the time since, I've been spotting and snapping pictures of lots of 'em. About one every two weeks. So many that my friends have been begging me to start a Web site.

So here it is.

But it'd be a pretty boring blog if I only posted once every two weeks, so I need your help. If you find rogue weaves, take a picture and send it to me, along with the date and location.

But, for the love of God, don't touch the weaves.