Monday, October 13, 2008

Not Everything is Better With Glitter!

When my girls were little, they liked very pretty, shiny, golden glittery things. All the Barbies had glitter in their hair. They had glittery clothes and bathing suits. Shoes? Glittery.

As they grew up some more; my girls, not the Barbies, they would pick out shirts with glittery pictures or logos on the front. When the shirts got dirty, they would go in the wash. Usually with one of my shirts. Usually one (or more) of my office shirts. So when I would iron it the next day, the smooth pinpoint oxford shirt had a special look to it, even before it was ironed. As the wrinkles were soothed by the steam and starch, the beautiful glitter all over the shirt made the whole thing more lovely.

Lucky for me, all the people at work knew that I had three young daughters. They knew that it wasn’t just me getting “dolled up” for me. Although, sometimes a guy just needs to feel pretty.

After a few years, the glitter phase passes and almost all of my clothes are glitter-free.

This weekend, my high school senior went to a party for the swim team girls. They ate good stuff, gossiped and made spirit headbands. They took bandanas and rolled them up, painted “SENIORS ‘09” and a water polo ball on the front. Oh, and lest I forget, spray glitter. Gold.

As I type this, there is gold glitter on the keyboard. There is glitter on the screen. There is glitter all over my hands. There is even glitter on my face. I had tried on the headband to participate in the spirit of the moment. Did you know that glitter sticks very well to a greasy forehead? And nose?

With just a little more examination, I spy glitter across the broad expanse of orange shirt covering my belly, on my cargo shorts, the dog, the couch and the end table. My hands. Legs. The chair. My eye. The clean socks in the pile.

The old saying goes, “All that glitters is not gold” is quite true. Sometimes it’s a big, fat Geezer. And half of everything in the house.

12 comments:

invigilator_tex said...

Well maybe...fool's gold.

My little one likes stickers. We've had stickers EVERYWHERE. Many a time I've discovered them on various parts of my body. My Little Pony and Strawberry Shortcake in the nether regions of my anatomy...that's just wrong on so many levels.

DammitWomann said...

i_tex - LOL. My kidz are grown now but I have gone thru stickers AND glitter with the GRAND-daughters. How fun was that! Now I'm fighting off their boyfriends! Errrrrrrr

Crafty Hoosier Gal said...

So, when I was a senior in high school, I made pillow cases for all my friends. Our school colors were red and green. I painted things in red and green all over the pillow cases. To this day, my parents are still finding green paint in the kitchen. 10 years from now you'll be finding gold glitter all over!

DammitWomann said...

And crafty gal...........that is exactly what memories are made from !

aA said...

Tex, we had the stickers, too! Woman, i forgot that these kids will HAVE kids someday! GreAT! by then i'll be older and look MORE ridiculous with glitter and Power Puff Girls bandaids and Barney stickers on my socks!

Crafty Gal; even now i am finding hidden "art" from 10 years ago in closets and hidden corners!

at least i HOPE it's from long ago!

the photoSmith said...

though i might have a girl someday, i'm glad i only have a boy for now. blood and dirt are easier to wipe up than pixie dust...

aA said...

Mr Photo; you are SO right! i certainly HOPE you don't have to worry about "pixie dust" with your boy; then you'd be like Hank Hill, "That boy just ain't right..."

Rob V. said...

Geezer, I'd almost give my eye-tooth (as the saying goes) to see you in one of them glittery headbands. Why didn't you include a photo of you wearing one of the fru-fru headbands? Really wish you would. I would literally be rolling on the floor laughing. (What exactly is an eye-tooth anyway)?

invigilator_tex said...

rob, I think the eye tooth is also called the canine tooth....Wolf, is this the case?

des said...

kinda reminds me of green Easter grass...

invigilator_tex said...

One time I went to San Antonio, Tx just after the much celebrated Fiesta. Pulled the covers down in my hotel room bed and found...confetti. Yep, confetti is everywhere in the town at that time of the year due to the ritual of breaking cascarones, or confetti-filled eggs over others' heads.

At least I think it was confetti; what color are bedbugs anyway?

Anonymous said...

What made you try on the headband? Too pirty to resist? Some short shorts and tube socks stretched up to your knee caps....you'd indeed be a SupaA-staAr!