Harper received a bath bomb for Christmas, and she finally got around to using it early last week. The bomb was bright blue and covered in sparkly gold glitter and as it dissolved in the tub, more glitter released itself and pretty soon we started receiving calls to see if our tub was interested in being the primary location for the sequel to a well-known Mariah Carey movie.
(I think I’ve made it very clear that if Mariah Carey was hungry, I would feed her. BUT, she is not to come within 100 feet of my house.)
We wiped the tub with a big beach towel. We then shook the towel outside to release the glitter. We then threw the towel into the washing machine with the other towels and it soon made its way into the dryer and was then folded and placed in the closet with the rest of its extended towel family.
Last Friday morning I found myself in a Catholic church parking lot waiting for my dad to arrive so we could attend the funeral service for my childhood neighbor. As I fiddled around with my phone, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Glitter. In my hair. On my face. On my dress sleeve. Apparently, I had dried off with the glitter towel after my shower, and disco gear is traditionally inappropriate for a funeral but it was the powdery glitter that can’t just be swept/blown away, so I had to take a deep breath and let it be, knowing that if anyone questioned my shimmer I could smile and whisper, “I’m here to deliver Charlie home.” (I really need to throw a set of angel wings into my trunk just in case.)
9 thoughts on “You’re a shining star, no matter who you are.”
Yes, yes. Life is weird. Glitter should now be traditional funeral garb (those bath bombs are crazy, no?).
Public Service Announcement: when in security line at airport, do not tell TSA you have a bath bomb in your carry on luggage. Instant pat-down and bomb residue swabbing will ensue.
I think funerals need sparkle and glitter. You are celebrating a life!
I would have liked Charlie. We would have talked about beagles a whole lot and how they have the softest ears.
You are fortunate to have Charlie (and Max) in your memory bank, and they were lucky to have known you.
I have so many questions about glitter bombs for the bath. But I’m not prepared for the answers. I will spend the rest of the day trying to figure out what kind of person thinks up something like that.
It is for sure weird. You could write a book.
We gave up fighting the glitter years ago; it’s just assumed that on any given day, someone is going to pick at least one speck of it off your person.
A dear friend of mine washes all of her daughter’s laundry separately, to minimize the glitter cross-contamination; she swears her memoir will someday be entitled, “I Opened My Dryer and a Stripper Fell Out.”
A few years ago, there was a story circulating about a woman that used a glitter washcloth before her OB appt… her doc called her “festive”.
The thing that bothers me most about Mariah is that she is always exposing herself when she’s out with her kids. Is it that hard to find a bra that fits?
Top Ten FP posts contender right here, folks!
“I’m here to deliver Charlie home” The visual of you aloft on those glittery wings? Priceless!
May you forever shine.
When I travel for work, I always take a bath bomb with me and I feel like I have to harshly interrogate the poor salesperson on duty. “Does this have glitter?”
“Are you sure? Because I’m not making housekeeping clean a glittery tub.”
“It has tiny amounts of shimmer.”
“Shimmer = glitter! Can you show me one without glitter OR shimmer?”
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