You’ve heard the saying, “All that glitters is gold.” But my sister and I have our own saying: “All that glitters is messy!”
My sister is the undeniable South San Francisco Glitter Queen. She’s glittered everything from 150 pairs of Mardi Gras shoes to blinged-out signage for Mitzvahs and parties. Over the years she’s probably gone through 100 pounds of glitter easily, and I can attest to the fact that it gets everywhere. As my sister’s fiancé Coire once exclaimed in frustration (after a particularly long glitter session held in their Oakland apartment) “It looks like a fairy farted in here!” There was so much glitter it was showing up in clothing, hair products, and in inflamed pores (I won’t go too deeply into that one, lets just say it was gross... sparkly... but gross).
However, in the many years that my sister has been glittering for the masses, she has learned a thing or two, which she has wisely passed on to me.