i’m a sparkle addict

It all started innocently enough.   I decided to sparkle some headphones.   I’m a dj, I use them everyday, I like sparkle, what’s the harm right?

I took a break for awhile, but when winter rolled around I got the urge to make things sparkly again.  I reinvented a can to add a little sparkle to my makeup brushes:

Then I got into making sparkly headbands.


After that it all went downhill.  I mean, hello, I gemmed out a can to put lollipops in at my desk (although it is fitting)

I sparkled an Easter egg last weekend:


For the past few weekends I’ve been slowly working on this.  That would be a mid progress bejeweled wreath.   Yes.  wreath.   The tackiest thing ever.


IT’S OFFICIAL, I have a problem with sparkles.

I make these things, not because I’m really hoping to have the gaudiest wreath on my door (seriously, that thing will never see the light of day) but because it relaxes me.   Making things sparkly is essentially a kindergarten craft project, and sometimes after a week of crazy time at work, running around with the kid and manfriend, I like to take an hour to sit with a glass of wine and glue jewels to stuff.   Well, I suppose the glass of wine could explain the crazier creations, but still it’s like a sparkly mandala.  If I’m lucky enough to become a little old lady I won’t have a house full of cats, I’ll have a house full of sparkles.