“She who leaves a trail of glitter is never forgotten.” I saw this quote a few days ago, and as someone who is rather partial to sparkle in all forms it’s stuck with me. Besides, we could all do with a bit of dazzle-matazz in January, right?
“When in doubt add glitter” is another favourite. So while I am not a fan of new year’s resolutions I have decided to adopt this as my mantra for life in general.
Glitter constitutes a wide range of things for me. It’s the obvious stuff: the miniscule, glimmering metallic particles stuck to greetings cards and the stuff you can buy loose and add to hobby projects. It’s Swarovski and sequins. Gems and the glimmer of gold.
But for me it is also more abstract things: the twinkle of joy radiating from my daughter’s eyes when she smiles, or the sensation you get from a sparkling glass of champagne to mark a happy day - or that something which gives a little bit of oomph to a thoroughly unremarkable one. Glitter is a mood lifter and a game changer rolled into one.
On my recent visit to Stockholm the outside world dressed itself in a thin layer of hoarfrost – or frozen glitter if you like - for a day or two. If the sun had been out it would have looked even better, but I quite like the moodiness of what I saw, too. The light has a very melancholy Stockholm-in-winter feel about it. Feel free to have a gander below.
Hej då for now, I am off to try to spread some glitter of my own about the place – whatever form that might take!