36686Re:A Glitter Tale (longish) (was RE: costumerish discovery)
- Jun 2, 2007My own glitter tale also offered as amusement...
When I worked on the snowflakes for my Snow Queen, I was using 4 different
kinds/colors of glitter to get the dimensional effects I needed. The most
insidious of the glitter was this very, very fine iridescent pink stuff. It
was as fine as the hair spray stuff, but came in full bottles.
It didn't mater how careful I was... the Irish Wolfhounds were taking the
glitter into the vets office... and while I wasn't quite getting the death
threats that Kate was... the people with show poodles were NOT amused about
the transfer from the glittery wolfhounds.
However, the most "dangerous" transfer was happening at work. At that time,
I worked in an automotive warehouse as head of IS. The thing about places
like that... there's very fine oily dust that's even nastier than glitter
about getting into everyplace. Our department would have to disassemble
numerous things to clean and soak components (yea, that was still the time
when you would have an open tray of Freon to soak these things in --- oops I
really just dated myself.) Well, combine the glitter and that oily dust...
it's almost like glue. You can't wipe up that stuff, it almost become
grit... but shinny grit. Add to the fact that we had all those open
electrons around... we were always trying to get rid of the glitter and even
cleaning it off each other --- which is more than a little funny in a macho
So... to the best part... my assistant was 6'5", red Mohawk, much muscles,
skull tattoos and piercing interesting enough for the fetish mags... so
scary looking but very sweet. He was one of the main folks on glitter
patrol... so sure enough one day he goes home... with a whole strip of pink
glitter that we'd missed on cleanup.. (OK, that he's probably gotten from
my sweater while we'd been fixing a mess of computer cables that day coated
with that dust.... so it glued onto him.)
So, he goes home.. to his new girlfriend (that has an even more interesting
look than he does) and ever so more "interesting" hobbies. She sees the
whole streak of glitter across shoulder and head and goes... "and how did
you get all that glitter on you???"
He froze in his tracks because he was more than a little bit afraid of her
(and her hobbies) and didn't know her really well yet. He tentatively
goes... "er.... my boss".
Pause.... Big happy grin "Oooooo, what kind of project is she working
on???" as she does the costume thing of checking out the glitter closely and
noting texture and iridescence. <G>
Turns out that the also belong to the local costumer's guild... and didn't
always play big tough street punk.
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