[W]hen my friend Kate advised me not to try the glitter stars craft from the Elizabeth Foss Advent unit we’re both doing pieces of, I said, “Glitter? Glitter is evil. There will never be glitter in my home,” and she said, “Oh, I just read a blog post about a woman who loves glitter.” I asked her to send me the link, because personally I would rather have a rat in my house than a tub of glitter. A rat I could whack on the head with a mop and then he would be dead, but glitter is FOREVER.
Oh, Selkie, how my husband agrees with you. Glitter on the floor, on the bottom of socks, on the sofa cushions, in the roots of hair, brings out a maniacal (yes I’m going to say it) glitter in his eyes. But, but, I always say, it’s so pretty. It’s sparkly! Somehow this masterful rhetoric has failed to convince him.
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