When my kid's were young, I embraced the chaos of creativity. Imagination and play were more important to me than a clean house, so plenty of messes were made in the name of creative fun. I didn't worry about paint on clothes or play-doh ground into the carpet. The kids had freedom in the kitchen to cook mysterious recipes and none of my art supplies were off limits. I let them mix paints to come up with new colors and didn't care that our watercolor sets tuned brown and muddy green. One summer I sent Nick to a preschool day camp. At the end of the first day, I picked him up and he very sadly told me that he got in trouble for mixing the colors in the paint set. I told him I was sorry that I hadn't thought to tell him he couldn't mix other people's colors, that not everyone likes to mix their paints. We left and never went back. I understood their reasoning, but I also knew it wasn't the right place for us. I am certain that Caroline held a paint brush before she held a pencil and most of her play clothes were stained with Sharpie. Freedom to create was (is) our way of life. However, in the midst of this creative childhood freedom, I did have one hard and fast rule; absolutely no glitter. None. My house was a glitter free zone. I just couldn't stand the crazy mess of it.
Currently, I am working on an event decor project for a wonderful client whom I adore. For those who don't know, I co-own an event decor company with a dear friend, Jennifer. Working with this client and her family over the years has been our delight. This year, we are creating large, hand-glittered pieces for her daughter's Bat Mitzvah. The pieces are gorgeous and it is our joy to create them for her. However, and I am speaking this truth in love here, it.... is...... just.....so.....messy. Currently, glitter is everywhere. It has spread out all over the house; on the dog, in the bed, in the bathtub, in the driveway. Truly, it is everywhere. Recently my mother in-law came for dinner and when she left she had glitter on her cheekbone. It made me smile to see her sparkle as she got into her Uber to head home. I find it comical that despite my prior zero tolerance policy, glitter plays such a huge part in my life. I can either fight it or embrace it. I can choose to see the sticky or see the sparkle.
In the middle of this project, I got an idea for a painting and, as it goes when I get the urge to paint, it is consuming my thoughts. I am so excited to begin but I have made a promise to myself to finish all glitter and clean it up before I even attempt to paint. I want to give our client my full attention and I definitely do not want to end up with glitter in my painting. To hold myself accountable, I keep saying out loud (in my best fake southern accent) "Glitter Done"... as in "Git r done". It makes me laugh and motivates me to stay on the glitter track. Anyway, I took the above photo on my last day of major glitter. I was using spray adhesive and glitter- a brutal combination of non-stop, sticky sparkle. I am about 2 days away from a no glitter zone again and admittedly, I am looking forward to that. Not only because the mess will be cleaned up but because we get to present this young lady with her beautiful decor. I cannot wait for her eyes to light up when she sees it and to see the delight on her sweet mother's face when they do. It will make the glitter bomb so very worth it. Doing things in love for people has a way of being worth it, no matter the mess.
I'm going to hold onto this photo as a reminder to carry on even when things are messy and to look for the sparkle instead of the sticky.
Whatever is on your plate today, "Glitter Done" !