I shouldn't think such things because the universe has a certain way of laughing at me:
|Neon organe glitter and velvet fuzz...|
|I am brushing it out about once an hour at the moment... |
And I usually end up with a little mound of glitter in my palm.
It wouldn't be so bad if the floor didn't look the same way. Actually the floor is worse. I am going to have at least two dustpans worth of sweeping to do come July...