Did you know that blue morpho butterflies, one of the most iridescent animals on Earth, have only brown pigment in their wings? Or that the single most vibrantly coloured living thing is an African berry called Pallia condensata - which doesn’t have pigment at all?
“You’re trying to distract me,” says my husband, to whom I’m reciting these facts. He’s relentless. He should have been a lawyer. “Tell me you’re not about to fill our house with glitter.”
The delicate thing is that I am. I’m packing away his sewing supplies - he’s an amateur seamster - to make room for boxes and boxes of loose glitter, glittery nail polish, glitter eye shadow, glitter bath bombs and so on.
Glitter is in the air, both figuratively and, I recently learned, literally - from Lil Nas X as a glitter cat at. Glitter is transgressive - you don’t wear it to look sexy, you wear it to look cosmic. “Without light, glitter just looks like particles,” Davy says. “But when the light hits, it comes alive.”
