Growing up in the 1960s and 70s, so very unlike today, we did not have glitter on everything around us. As a young glitter girl, it could be a hard existence. I had 3 older sisters, who had more glitterized items than I did, so when I found one sisters glitter nail polish, well you can imagine! I painted my dolls nails and then teeth! I painted my oldest sisters doll's nails and teeth, and I painted MY nails.... and teeth! I still remember the big fake smile trying to let the polish dry! One might think that the fussing I received would keep me from wanting anything to do with glitter again, but that I ❤ glitter!
My first memory of glitter, was in kindergarten. Each day when a classmate had a birthday, our teacher would cut a paper crown from some color of construction paper. She would write the age, usually 5, nice and large on the front, with glue. Then while we watched, she would shake out a pile of glitter burying the 5 out of our sight. We would all count to 10 giving the magic time to be, then our teacher would tip the paper crown up and spill a stream of glitter down revealing the sparkling makeover of the number! Tap tap the paper crown to shake off any loose flakes ...... and then... one of the most exciting things, she would pick up the page of paper she was working above, gently curve it, and slide the glitter back inside its little castle (bottle), giving the impression there was nothing missing. The whole act was so intriguing, it seemed like the best part of being a teacher and a student in her class.