Glitter My World

I'm obsessing over glitter right now.

It started with a photo I saw somewhere on the Internet. And fell in love with all the color exploding from the model's hand.

So when my nieces slept over this weekend, and we had party stuff all over the place, I decided to get out the glitter.

Don't you just love all that color?

I do!

The girl behind that purple mask.

My niece, D, the Russian princess.

Doesn't she look like she belongs in Dr. Zhivago with that furry sweater?

And I like her Mona Lisa smile. Very mysterious.

When my sissies and I were younger, much younger, we used to spend every New Year's eve at Nan's house. We would spend all day getting that house ready for the party. Blowing up balloons, making treats and snacks to eat, putting together the punch - we did the kids punch. Uncle T always made the adult punch.


You can imagine why.


Then Nan would bring out her party box. Full of party stuff like horns, and noisemakers, and hats, and masks. All kinds of stuff that seems so fun when you're a kid.


It didn't take much for me to convince my nieces that we had to go shopping at the dollar store for New Year's eve stuff.


It was time to have my own party box.


Thirty five dollars later and I'm the proud owner of a dozen hats, tiaras, and clown caps; feather masks, sequin masks, and metallic masks; Mardi Gras beads; a couple dozen horns and noisemakers; and some leftover pieces of confetti. Or graffiti, as the Man calls it.


I can't wait to pull it out next year.

The other girl behind the mask, my other niece, E.


I love this photo.


I love her eyes. Very distracted eyes. She's thinking about something other than blowing glitter.

Finally Mom came home.

She went waaaaay over the river and through the woods to my sissy-in-law's house for the holidays.

And had a marvelous time.

But I was very happy to meet halfway in the woods to collect her and bring her home. Actually, the Man did the driving. I did the knitting.

All is right in my world.