Saturday I went to a birthday/costume party. Dressed as a fairy. So there was glitter involved.
Monday morning I arrive at work and someone says “There’s glitter in your hair.” Monday. Two days later.
Oy.
Then another person remarks on the glitter. Then another. My credibility is clearly shot. So anyway, I’m talking to the third person, and we’re joking around about it, and she says something about ‘What’s in that stuff, anyway?’ (Because it’s in my hair, eyebrows, bathroom sink…she figures probably my lungs as well.) And I said, ‘I dunno, probably carcinogens.’
And what it came down to was this: You know why you never see elderly fairies? That’s right. It’s the glitter. Fairy Lung.
Classic!!
Fairy Lung not only from the wearing but also from the mining of the great glitter belts found deep within the fairy mountains.
When I was in college I played the villain Lawyer Cribbs in “The Drunkard”, with a head full of the most disgusting greasy grey hairspray… so I knew then what I’d look like now. This stuff wouldn’t wash out no matter what kind of shampoo I used…. I’d wake up in the morning with greasy grey gunk on my pillowcase, and I spent the next three weeks getting the wierdest looks from people as I walked around with my grey “white ‘fro”…….
“Fairy Lung”…. Hah! 😀