waverley vuong

I have a glitter story, or more a glitter story in progress. My girlfriend has a touch sensory condition due to her dis-associative personality disorder. She likes to feel things, look at pretty and interesting things, and it makes her feel better. I love her with everything I am, so I try to cater to her as such.
​I've made her floating glitter jars(water and some clear glue, a ton of fine glitter and voila! It makes this gorgeous spinning glitter creation), glitter gel, glitter slime. I do whatever I can to make her feel better and she loves glitter. I love glitter. Glitter is so awesome and versatile. I use glitter whenever a project permits it. I'm also an art student and have done a lot of projects with glitter and the like and would love to try to expand my glitter horizons!

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The smallest glitter jar I've made. I kept that one for myself and, as you can see, I didn't use ultra-fine glitter. I ran out while making my girlfriend's jar. Although I still think it is really pretty.

A Lovely tribute

A couple of months ago a dear friend passed away, one day shy of her 45th birthday. She loved glitter. I mean like, LOVED glitter. So much that it was mentioned in her obituary and several times during her memorial.  We have second line parades at funerals here in New Orleans, where a brass band leads the family and friends to and from the church, grave site, etc. Second line parasols are also a tradition, and I had brought over all my craft materials to the house where friends and family gathered to make parasols in her honor.

The second line stops in front of the house, and a small block party ensues as the band continues to play and everyone arrives. We are dancing, and twirling our parasols and crying and dancing more, and then I remembered I had an entire box of glitter sitting right inside the front door. 

I RAN. Ran inside to grab the box and started handing them out to guests and throwing handfuls of glitter all over each other. We had a glitter fight, right there on the street in the middle of the Treme. It was absolutely beautiful, and the most appropriate tribute to our beautiful friend, her love of life, and enthusiasm for glitter.

For days, the street sparkled like something out of a fairy tale. It was just what we needed at the time...it was like she was smiling at us from the street every time we looked outside. Sadly it began to wash away, and now is completely gone, but we will never forget the street in front of her home literally sparkling with her spirit.

Unicorn magic

​I have two daughters, 14 and 4.

My 4 yr old lives, breaths glitter. She will not leave the house without having glitter on her self (she has to sparkle from head to toe since she was old enough to communicate)

I have a craft table in the garage where I do crafts...glitter city! My husband and I were in garage cleaning and swept the floor.... The biggest pile of glitter I have ever seen.... Oldest girl comes out to garage and said... "Mom!!! It looks like a unicorn threw up in here!"

Now a family joke in our house. 

Becky Isaac

When my children were little, I made a concoction that was half raw oats and half multi-colored glitter. I mixed this well and put it in jars. I told my children to sprinkle it around outside on Christmas Eve for Santa's Flying Reindeer to eat. When the kids were school age, I made enough jars of "Reindeer food" for every child in the class to take home and scatter outside.

A GLITTER STORY...

Once upon a time I had a very unfabulous friend named Steven that needed a bit of sparkle in his life. So, me being the kind person that I am, decided to amp up his sparkle factor. I threw a handful of glitter all over him, long story short he looked so freaking fabulous I almost cried at the sight of him. That's when I realized that it is possible for glitter to do miracles!


Amen!

Marissa Evans

So, one time my friend gave me a thing of glitter and I loved it so much I cried. I took it home and I was laying in bed with it and I fell asleep and it got everywhere. There had never been a moment in my life where I was so endlessly happy to wake up covered in beautiful pink glitter.  The end.

A SPARKLE OF HOPE

I had to take my father to the ER. They put him into a bed and he was in tremendous pain. I sat with him worried and stressed. There was no joy in the world at that moment. I sat staring at the hospital floor waiting for more tests to be run when suddenly a red flash occurred. A tiny red flash that came and went as I moved my head. I got down close and it was a single flake of red glitter winking at me on the floor. It made me laugh and my dad asked what was funny. I told him that there was a single flake of red glitter on the floor. He laughed and said "Of course! After all your mission is to Glitter My World!". For a single moment, all pain was forgotten due to a single flake of glitter.

JORDAN PITTMAN

​This is the story of how glitter changed her life. Enjoy!

Tyna Reeves

One time I was going to a party. I decided to collect my mail on the way. There was a package for me. So I open the package in my husband's vehicle. The pink glitter was so nice that I just had to open the jar and sneezed at the same time! That was 4 years ago. The dash and windshield are still sparkly pink! ​

Becky Isaac

Once, when my daughter was three, one of her little friends came home with us. We were working on a giant Valentine I had volunteered to make for the school play. It was over three feet wide, and I decided it needed to be trimmed with an inch wide band of gold glitter. Of course, the two little girls helped me with this. Later that week, the visiting girl's dad asked if we had worked with glitter when his daughter was at our home. After telling him we had, he told me he had to shampoo his daughter's hair three times to get all the glitter out!

LIANA ELLIOTT

Everyone that lives in New Orleans for any appreciable amount of time will develop a relationship with glitter - some good, some bad. I always knew I liked glitter before I moved here, but the last 12 years has brought my relationship with the heavenly sparkles to a whole new level.

I grew up in a household where loose glitter was a treat that we only got to use at school, and only brought home once firmly glued into place. As an adult, I treated loose glitter with the same suspicion and resigned myself to glitter glues and glitter puff paints. 

Then one day, I co-founded a Mardi Gras krewe (dance troupe) called the Muff-A-Lottas (a double entendre on a famous local sandwich). Our theme is a sort of retro New Orleans waitress, and as our costumes and brand evolved, sparkle became a firm tenet of who we are as a group. Our pillbox hats are solid red glitter (with a glittered olive on top, of course), and the first time you come home from a parade and you've got glitter so far embedded on your scalp and you couldn't be happier... well, life has changed. I warn our new members that if they don't already have an opinion on glitter, you will soon.

One year while lining up for a parade (an hours-long process of waiting and primping and drinking and catching things), I wandered into our local costume shop, and somehow came out with a small bottle of some spirit glue-type costume glue, and a small pot of red micro glitter. Behold, glitter lipstick! It has changed my life. I refuse to parade without it. I can actually apply micro glitter on my lips without a mirror in the middle of parade. In the rain.

Since then, I am happy to report that I have fully embraced loose glitter (and label any bin containing loose glitter with a highly visible skull and crossbones), and I will never go back to the dull, dark, sparkle-less ages.

Tina Brown

I had a very bad experience in 2006 that made me so scared to be around children. I faced those fears this year and went for my bus-driver training landing a full-time spot in October, I cannot say that the fear is completely gone but I can say that the kids have stolen my heart.
I have elementary, middle, and high school kids. That is 120 children on average that I have the pleasure of being the last person they see before entering their school day so that I may give them that extra word of encouragement and I am also the first person they see when leaving school that gets to greet them and ask them how their day went.
My dad is also a bus driver and when he found out that I was going to make glittered ornaments for my school kiddo's he asked me to do them for his kids too. So I will be making around 240 glitter ornaments and I can promise you each one be done with LOVE. I hope that I touch at least ONE child's life in this journey.

Brianna Selesky

Glitter Moments...
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~Glitter is my favorite thing that can make me smile regardless of anything else that is going on. My boss has luckily embraced this and doesn't question when I show up covered in it every Monday.

~I send out my yearly Christmas cards full of loose glitter that falls out when they open it (My one friend still has last year's card in her car and refuses to open it), packets of glitter so they can use it themselves, and glitter stickers. 

~Luckily life has presented me with more opportunities to make everyone around me join in on my glitter-filled life. This year especially with Hedwig and the Angry Inch on Broadway, I often got to rain glitter down on everyone every time we would see the show. 
Usually, however, it's only a few time a year where everyone else will embrace glitter with me; and that's on my annual glitter birthday party, and at the Harry Potter convention I go to every summer. 
Luckily the bar I go to for my birthday loves me enough to let me cover their entire bar in glitter once a year. Some of it stays embedded into the bar top for months (which thrills me, but sometimes them not as much). In 2014 my Mom was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer the day before my party, so I was very emotional that night, but having friends around me willing to love and embrace the glitter fun was very helpful. This year (2015) my birthday was on Easter so we bought around 50 glitter plastic easter eggs (taped over the holes) and filled them with glitter and brought them to the bar. Everyone had to open them over their heads and it was wonderful. (Again, very grateful to the bar for tolerating us all on this night)

~At Leakycon/Geekycon, the Harry Potter/general fandom convention that I go to every year is another place where I've converted everyone into glitter lovers. Everyone has name badges at these conventions, and attendees have started printing ribbons to attach to the bottom of these and hand them out and trade them. This year, I filled 1000 dime bags with glitter and handed them out to people for the entire weekend. 

~Everything covered in glitter makes me smile, and I'm lucky to be surrounded by people who don't even just tolerate, but embrace and love it also.

heroes

A friend asked me to make a stone for her Dad. His dream was to live to be 90 years old. I'm happy to say he made it. I was honored to make this stone for him! He served in WWII. She also asked me to make something with a flag for her brother who shouldered most of the work caring for his father. I added an eagle flying across the front with the words One Nation Under God. And several months ago she took the Navy anchor to give to her son when he came home on visit from the military. I am thankful to all of them for their service to us and our country.
-BH

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