
When I picked up this enormous jar of glitter, a lady came over and proceeded to tell me this really long story about how the glitter was her dads from the 1950s and that he got it from some famous parade or something and there was a lot more of it but when he passed away, each of his children took one of his antique jars and filled it with glitter........ blah blah blah.
I just like glitter so I bought it.


The nicest thing about this mirror is the reflection of my pink cowboy boots.
