If you Can't Beat Them...

So for years, Andy has been vehemently against glitter.  Threatening my sparkly clothing, pulling faces when I joke about spraying his tires with tire glitter, and all else.  And I wasn't the only one who knew about this--we had a few friends in particular who enjoyed hugs particularly to rub their glittered cheek against his shirt.  Andy's a good sport and would shake his head at us.  This year for Halloween, though, Andy had a brilliant idea.

I present Glitterbeard the Fabulous

We bought containers of glitter and literally poured them into his freshly-oiled beard.  It looked like tinsel attached to his face.  When he first rounded the corner, visible to all of our compatriots for the first time, well, people collectively died of laughter.  He also won sparkliest male in the costume contest.  Instead of shying away from everyone else's glitter, he was spreading it across the house, sprinkling it anyone (accidentally or otherwise) who came within a two-foot radius.  This created some real confusion, then, from those used to teasing Andy--he had taken their best weapon.  They could not out-glitter him.  He had embraced the glitter.  He had become one with the glitter.  

Sometimes, we have to embrace the weapons that people would use against us.  Playful or otherwise, those weapons then cannot harm you in quite the way they did before.

There is still a lot of glitter where his costume sat by the dresser.  Andy will tell you, though, that it was definitely worth it.  Going to be a few shades of difficult to top that next year...