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By Barbara Lynn Culler
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Sandy reluctantly allowed the use of the sparkly mess-maker, but the girls promised that they would be careful. It was my job to supervise glitter applications.
“I’ll help them stay neat,” I guaranteed. Not long into the craft, I broke that vow. Callie, the cat, was seated on the window sill, basking in the warm sunshine, and my attention was on petting her, and not monitoring glitter usage.
Thinking the glue was dry enough, Abby lifted her paper to show Mama her artwork of a sparkly rainbow over a shimmery lake. As she lifted the page, at least two ounces of blue glitter rained down on to the table.
“Don’t put so much glitter on your paper,” I said to everyone; I don’t think they were paying attention.
Alicia placed the final touches on her interpretation of a glistening mountain sunrise. Taking a deep breath, she blew off excess red, gold, and copper glitter from her paper, spreading the metallic flakes across the table.
“Be careful,” Sandy admonished her daughter while glaring at me.
Anika squirted glue in spirals across her page, dumping the entire container of purple glitter onto her poster.
“Anika!” Sandy scolded.
The six-year-old bowed her head as tears pooled in her brown eyes. Sandy, however, was giving me the evil eye. Avoiding “the look” I busily brushed glitter back on to the newspaper lining the table.
Near the end of our craft time, daughter number four, Andi, shuffled into the kitchen, holding her pink iPhone with purple earbuds. Opening the refrigerator door, she pulled out bottled water. Turning around to face us, she stated in a matter-of-fact-voice:
“It’s stuffy in here.” Without thinking, Andi flicked on the switch, and the ceiling fan above the table spun to life.
“Nooooo!” yelled Sandy, but it was too late.
I should have been hanging my head in shame. But I didn’t. Instead, I sat spell-bound as the room exploded in a tornadic swirl of color. It was amazing.
The loose glitter on the table ascended above our heads, dancing in the sunbeams streaming through the window blinds. Clouds of purple, silver, green, red, brown, blue, and gold shot up like confetti poppers. It was like being in New York City on New Year’s Eve. The girls screamed, but not as loud as Sandy running to halt the flow of wind.
Frightened by the noise, Callie jumped onto the table -- glitter leaped onto her black fur, then the cat tore off to hide behind the couch. Bursting into tears, Andi dashed to her room, slamming the door behind her.
The dining room and kitchen looked like the aftermath of an explosion of a thousand snow-globes. The teen-ager, now known as Hurricane Andi because of her contribution to the chaos, was summoned back from her room to help clear the disaster scene.
Glitter has been banned from the house — forever.
It’s now a year later; my daughter is still finding the colorful bits around the house — and I hear about it. I’m sure that never again will I be asked to supervise the craft projects. Well, there’s still baking —with candy confetti sprinkles and food coloring. That couldn’t go wrong, could it?
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