It’s been a bit cold here recently, so we’ve been looking for ways to keep the PiperCub amused indoors. Last night, Mrs Piper came home with lots of painting supplies: roll of paper, brushes, different coloured paints, and oh, a jar of glitter, to add a bit of contrast and sparkle to the Cub’s masterpieces.
Five minutes into it, we discovered why his pre-K teacher keeps such a firm hand on the glitter.
The Cub opened the container, saw what was in it, said “Cool” and dumped it on his painting.
All of it.
Due to the combination of air and personal movements within the Piper household, plus the electrostatic principles governing tiny bits of glitter, the Piper house is henceforth, “The Glitter Palace.” Floors, walls, towels, clothing, PiperCat, PiperPup, everything has just that little touch of glitter that enlivens a grey Saskatchewan winter day.
Haha. Glitter is a parents worst nightmare! It gets everywhere but where you want it to be, and then it always seems to fall off of whatever you try to put it on. I don’t have kids yet, but I may keep them in the dark about glitter until I think i won’t have a glitter palace like you when I do have them.
This reminds me of back when the huge anthrax scare was going on. I used to fill my Xmas cards with glitter every year and I did it that year too. My dad who worked for the USPS (until he retired) flipped on my and told me about how someone else doing that had shut the whole Post Office down for hours one day.
I mean, besides just appreciating your current inherent fabulosity, consider all the other substances that a four year old PiperCub could have spread over every surface of the house…
If glitter is all the seedling covers us with, I think we’ll take that as a win.
Modern glitter is a lot finer and more ‘man-eating’ than it was when I was a lad - about half the Christmas cards I received at work last year were glittery ones with that fine, pearlescent, pervasive glitter.
I don’t think there was a single day in December when I didn’t end up with it on my face somewhere. In the end, I got so tired of people pointing it out, I had a stock response ready:
When our daughter was young, I wanted to get her some finger paints, and some modeling clay. My husband, who usually left such decisions up to me, vetoed this plan.
And you probably need to take pics of the Glitter Palace while it still sparkles.
I was at a teen cheer national competition last weekend. Literally, from the hotel elevators out the door across the park and to the convention center there was a glitter-brick road and that’s just what fell off their faces.
At a long-ago local Dopefest, we met at a restaurant where one of Zyada’s belly-dancing acquaintances was performing. The dancer in question had incorporated a small amount of glitter in her makeup, and gave Zyada a quick hug in passing. By the time we left the restaurant, our whole party was sparkling like a Twilight convention in Death Valley.
Similar experience w/ my ex, who does burlesque shows. Having a burlesque dancing girlfriend means life is always going to be just a little bit more… sparkly.
I’ve stopped even mentioning the sparkliness of a friend, who has a young, artsy-craftsy daughter. It’s pretty much a permanent condition, as far as I can tell.
I dunno, but I know I got the weirdest case of deja vu when I saw the trailer for Twilight.