I talk a lot about Twitter on my blog. I talk a lot about Twitter in life, actually. But this blog is called Twitter and Glitter for a reason. Not because, at the tender age of 20, I ran a fantastic night in Soho’s Escape (a venue that is now long gone and resigned to our blurriest memories) that involved everyone wearing wigs and covering themselves in sparkle. But because I really do love glitter.
Glitter makes an outfit. It never breaks an outfit. It gives you cheekbones or a pout or eyes that pop, depending on where you choose to put it. You find it the next day, and the next week, and the next month, and it makes you smile because you know you had a great time.
I recently found someone as obsessed with glitter as I am. Probably more so, actually. She’s an inspirational lady and this year quit her long-term job in events to launch a website that supports independent fashion designers. And glitter.