In the process I hot glued my fingers together...more than once. I also glued a snowflake or two to my hand. I may or may not have burned the curious dog's furry little butt while wielding that glue gun. He for sure was confused and a little scared when I yelled very colorful words that he assumed were meant for him, given his history of being a vindictive pooper. In the end, I had a ridiculous amount of glitter on table and floor, and so much on me that I looked like a Vegs street walker leaving a hooker convention. (My brother says not to insult myself and make sure you know I'm not hooker material...only stripper material. Thanks for having big plans for me, bruh.)
Anyway, this is the final result. Burned skin and glitter in unmentionable places aside, I think it turned out ok.