I continue to deny that I am the one who filled the AC vents in a car with glitter, so that when the fan was cranked at lunch all inhabitants plus the vehicle sparkled.
Nope, wasn’t me.
Surely it’s time to get him his own set of pipes. What better indoor activity for a long Canadian winter than dad and son piping together. Ph - have you seen this mini lego piper?
StG
I laughed.
pics or it didn’t happen.
Glitter. The herpes of craft supplies.
I’ve worked with little kids for the last few years, and we do a lot of craft and cooking projects. Glitter is my one absolute no-no. Liquid glue? Sure. Shaving cream? Great. Deliberately rubbing butter all over your hands? Hey, gets the Rice Krispie treat mix off easier. But glitter? Never.
Hate the stuff.
Yeah, we learned that the hard way with the Sparks last year. (Sparks are the youngest of the Girl Guides of Canada; 5 and 6 year old girls)
There were drop sheets, and everything. The church didn’t mind…too much. And now I know where they keep the vacuum!
We have since banned sequins, liquid glue and any kind of painting.
This is now on Facebook. Thank you.
I run with hippies. Almost 10 years ago, “Fairy Dust” (the ultrafine glitter) blown from the fingertips or a coke spoon to dust the face was The Thing. Some friends and I started selling it at festivals for like $5 a gram, and I’m still cleaning it out of my camping supplies.
In related news, 6 pounds of ultrafine glitter is a whole fuckton of ultrafine glitter.
You people are evil! I like it. Not that I’d ever do such a thing, oh no, not me.
My first thought exactly!
Northern Piper, think of the great story you’ll have for him when he gets older, about why glitter is constantly turning up in the least expected of places.
The poor cat and dog, though! I can just see my cats sneezing because of it–and sneezing it even more places!
I banned glitter from my classroom. Permanently. (Heh…)
That stuff gets EVERYwhere.
Inevitably, it used to end up all over my classroom, and then all over my house! And that shit has a half life of 500,000 years.
Of course, the ban brings out the comedians, but during teacher appreciation week as soon as I open a card and discover glitter…it goes right in the trash. And I don’t feel one bit of remorse.
Strewth! it’s like tracking nuclear contamination!
The kitchen, being the source of the initial spill, is of course irredeemable. Initial hazmat efforts were, frankly, more to generate a feeling of doing something than actually achieving anything. Although gross amounts of contamination were successfully removed, the flooring now has what appears to be a permanent lamination of glitter.
And, when the Cub is not engaged in eco-sabatoge, his other main activity at the moment is building “forts”. The basic building material for forts, as any one who has supervised a four year old boy can tell you, is blankets. Blankets, cushions, and the occasion towel. Fleecy blankets. Which, of course, have high electro-static capabilities in their own right, and are the perfect transport medium for glitter.
Since the Cub alternates between forts in the kitchen, and sitting bundled up in his blankets in the living room watching the Octonauts, the living room is now fabulous. There has been a remarkable glitter transfer to the carpet in the living room, the furniture, etc. And of course there is a glitter trail between the kitchen and the living room, via the dining room.
And then the stairs. The Cub naturally drags his blankets up the stairs en route to bed. The stairs and the upstairs landing have a fine patina of glitter, as does the bathroom. Our bedroom is so far reasonably uncontaminated, but it’s only a matter of time…and then my co-workers will be asking me questions, since suits in this dry air have a high electro-static potential as well…
Any chance all that glitter will eventually evaporate away by Hawking radiation?
I came in here just to say that. 
I used to run in the rennie circles as a teenager (at least when they were in my area for the season), and learned to hate glitter with a passion. One dose of “fairy dust” type glitter, and I’d be sparkly for weeks! In my hair, on my skin, all over my bedsheets, on my clothes… I can’t imagine what it’d be like to have it happen to me now that I have dogs, as they’d end up sparkly too. :eek:
Yes, mine ate an entire box of crayons. For the first time, my father volunteered to walk the dog . . . and took pictures of the poop.
so, a fascination with mixed media runs in your family? 
Ah, I remember when my husband learned the power of glitter… He called me from work the next day:
“My uniform is covered in glitter. My head [shaved at the time] is covered in glitter. My dog is covered in glitter!”
He’s still known in some circles as Deputy Sparkles.
(Of course, he’s acclimating well to being the father of a houseful of girls. Currently, his toenails are painted to match his cast, courtesy of the 12-year-old. When the 15-year-old boy leaves for university in a scant few years, our household will consist of a 47-year-old man, a 47-year-old woman, and girls - ages 15, 6, and 4. He’s seriously considering camping as a hobby.)
He couldn’t tell. 
I am taking notes. My grandniece is less than a year old, so I’ve got about three years to accumulate enough glitter to really make an impact on her, and her parents, and their dogs. And the property. Three story house, sitting on at least an acre…that’s gonna take a lot of glitter to make it really fabulous. I gotta start stocking up now.