[Today’s blog entry is a crossover with my MissElaineous blog because this is a message I care about spreading as far as possible.]
“Glitter” and “litter” are one letter off. Coincidence? I think not. Glitter is, after all, something that others foist upon you without thinking about it. The similarities don’t end there. Litter can be found in the most unexpected of places, from tranquil seaside beaches to mountain pathways. Glitter gets everywhere too: It can transfer from greeting card or gift wrap to hands, clothing, floor, and furniture with alarming speed. Unlike litter, glitter is far harder to remove. There are only two ways I can think of to stop its spread in the home: never bring it in your house in the first place, and if you have already done so, move.
Glitter on the body is even more difficult. From one’s hands it can jump to the face, leaving a sparkly trail below an eye or maybe a smattering of shine that reflects like a disco ball, causing friends and family to comment for the next two or three decades, “You have a little bit of glitter … right … there”. Why this obsession at the holidays with something that can basically be described as shiny dirt? Every other Christmas card I opened was covered in a layer of sparkle that activated my body’s fear of contamination, and please don’t get me started on the wrapping paper—I still have flashbacks.
This rant does have a more serious side: glitter and metallic wrapping paper cannot be recycled, nor can glittery cards. So please, next Christmas, ditch the glitter and stick with the classics. Both the environment and I will thank you.
One way to re-use Christmas cards: turn them into art.