Black-and-white etching of an alchemist gazing toward a glowing symbol in the window. Text reads “It’s been three weeks. The glitter still communes with me.” Concept by SOME DOSE, a handmade designer label in Ireland blending slow fashion and absurd spirituality.

The Glitter That Would Not Die

Glitter never leaves. It migrates, multiplies, and settles into your DNA. You thought you vacuumed it. You didn’t.


The Annoyance

Weeks later, a single fleck glints from your sleeve. You pause, aware the universe still mocks you for that one night of enthusiasm. Glitter is joy turned invasive species.


The Absurd Diagnosis

Condition: Post-Festive Particle Disorder.

Symptoms: chronic sparkle exposure, involuntary shimmer, and spiritual fatigue caused by microplastic haunting.


A Low-Key Cure

Accept your fate. The glitter has chosen you. Wash your clothes again, pretend it helped, then move on sparkling quietly through your slow-fashion era.


The Witty Insight

Some stains fade. Glitter evolves.


Conclusion

Nothing endures like synthetic celebration. Handmade garments will fray. Memory will dull. But glitter—glitter transcends mortality.

Sick of life’s tiny curses?

Talking to the Attending is the perfect remedy.

Summon the Attending
Dose yourself.