There may be a time my daughter goes traipsing by and you notice the specks of glitter that inevitably get stuck to her scalp. If you are a teacher, mother, or generally crafty person, you are aware of the PhD you need to acquire in order to handle said glitter. Lest it take over your life, like it has taken over ours.
Maddie’s fascination has only been compounded this year due to her newest glittery role model : her kindergarten teacher. So of course when she is making books upstairs in her writing space, there needs to be a little bit of glitter here and there. Or everywhere if the mood strikes.
Little did I know that my super fine (crafty people and art teachers know where this is headed) silver glitter accidentally got put in the “open to the child” drawer of craft supplies. You know, the beautiful incandescent super fine glitter that does not really even need glue to hold it on. Some superpower takes over and that stuff sticks to every object, crevice, and nook it can get its glittery paws on.
Which is how I discovered that I truly had become desensitized to the glitter take over in my house. It took me a while to even notice the very fluffy, very oblivious cat that came walking down the stairs with a big poof of glitter from her head to her tail.
Maddie claims it was an accident. I proposed an intervention to her father. After I picked at the pieces of glitter stuck to his forehead.