Please let it be there. Please let there be… A thrill of illicit joy raced through me as I thought of the one craft supply I had discovered in the past seventy-five years on Earth, the one which I’d been forbidden to use at least once in every lifetime. After I learned how awful it was for the environment, I’d begrudgingly switched to other crafts. But this stuff was my secret addiction. It was the crack of crafting, the heroin of home décor, the meth of maker spaces everywhere. “Glitter,” Sunny and I both breathed at the same time.
