All that glisters

A few days ago, a tiny bottle of fairy dust exploded in my bag.

It really must have been magical, because now I seem to have a tanker's worth of glitter in my life.

Despite my best efforts to clean it up, the glitter has somehow managed to migrate throughout my home and has infiltrated all of my things.

'Oh Pearl,' people keep saying, 'you're all sparkly!'

Well, I have decided to embrace this as a happy accident.

I love to fling glitter at my paintings, so why not join in with the glitter party myself?!