My mother banned glitter from the house after I made myself into a life size disco ball for cheer camp sophomore year.
Like any normal [I was not normal] teenager, I continued to glitter behind my parents back. My love affair with the glitter [ and apparently disco balls ] is still going strong. I even managed to sneak it back into the parent's pad 15 years later.
The Holiday card this year:
I swear I was cool in high school...
Happy New Year! Hope after that big 'ol disco ball drops you have a kick ass 2012!
*No, I am not pigeon toed. Yes, I glittered my shoes too.
**Glitter is not photogenic. Must learn to take better pictures of my love!