Glitterphobe

Thursday, December 02, 2010

This may or may not come as a shock to you. {When I told Mandi about it the other night, she was a little surprised at my strong feelings, and urged me to post about such.}

I hate glitter.


(these inspiring photos are from this post, via the lovely Twig & Thistle blog.)

Sure, it's beautiful. These photographs are pretty, this craft project is probably wonderful and fun.

And simply looking at this picture does not give me hives, I kind of enjoy it (from the safety of my computer screen). I like sparkle just as much as anyone.



But if this were in my home, it would need to be in a clear, sealed acrylic box to make it through the door.

I do not want to touch it, I do not want its debris in my house, on my clothes, in my purse, on my face when I don't know it (!!!), molting from paper, nothin'. A mail nightmare (and perhaps the only) is opening an invitation or card of some sort and having glitter pour out, catching me off-guard.

I'm not saying it shouldn't exist. Simply, I don't want it to touch me or any of my things. It's difficult to clean up, and you never know what surface it's perpetrated (the light can play tricks...and sometimes you can't see it).

Christmastime makes this especially tough.



Case in point: on Monday night, Mandi and I were walking into the sanctuary at a local church where we attend BSF. They had just decorated the space for Christmas, with trees and glittery garlands all over the stage at the front of the auditorium.

As we went to sit down about six rows back, I noticed glitter on the seat and the floor. WHAT TO DO! And, maybe just as importantly to prove my point, HOW did the offensive glitter make its way approximately 20 yards back from where it presently resided?

This just shows the intrusiveness of glitter's scattering ways. I had to brush off my seat before I'd sit down, and clear space for my bag (no way was it going on the floor).

Is this weird or rational? I'm leaning toward the latter, and I know my husband thanks me for this prediliction {especially one day in the (not-certain) future when we have small children running around, wanting to do glittery craft projects. Sorry, kids, Mama is a glitterphobe}.

You're welcome, dear, and Merry Christmas.

12 comments:

  1. I've read your blog for a while but have never commented...until now. Glitter drives me insane. It took a year to eradicate all glitter from the past Christmas off every imaginable surface. It's like a virus. A shiny, alluring virus.I'm considering glitter-free Christmases henceforth.

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  2. Yes! Im glad you shared the details of this hate for glitter.

    It doesn't bother me so much, but I'll admit that the Twig&Thistle picture is over the top with glitter and enough to make anyone go crazy!

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  3. Girl, your future kids can do plenty of craft projects with glitter at school...no need to have that mess at home. Now, you might have to display their glittery Christmas ornaments in your house, so start bracing yourself for that. Preschool teachers love to dip kids' hands & feet in glue, then put in on a random surface, then cover it with glitter. That's just a fact.

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  4. Rachel is right. It's like a must at any preschool. In fact, we used glitter today when we made paper Christmas trees and stockings. The stuff was everywhere. All over the floor, tables, kids, my clothes, even on my face. Ugh. I am not really a fan, but the kids LOVE it!!! In fact, before I pulled it out this morning a student asked when we were going to use glitter again. :)

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  5. Jennifer3:49 PM

    haha - this makes me want to send you an envelope of glitter. Red White and Blue glitter. Saying something like "With love, Texas."

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  6. I completely share your pure hatred for glitter. The worst are the Christmas cards with glitter that shakes off on you as soon as you open them. Blech.

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  7. Glitter has always been a bitter sweet thing for me. On the one hand, if it sparkles - I love it. On the other hand - if it can get on your other hand, I'm out.
    On the other hand...I love J-Lo

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  8. Anonymous11:10 AM

    I second everything that Rosie said, including this being my first time to comment!

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  9. i love you, leslie jerkins.

    the other day, i went into one of the middle stalls in a public restroom, and the seat was up and water all frothy blue and clean. i thought of you, and how you'd be proud.

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