I cut hundreds of pieces of holographic film and thought that the adhesive backing would hold to the velvet of my Brunhilda gown. Nope, nope, nope. As the day progressed, I became less and less sparkly.
Ah well, it was supposed to represent Nordic snow, though I doubt anyone except me really caught that. And snow melts.
Pieces of holographic film, however, just ended up on the floors of bars, in the street, and gracing every space Brunhilda went in. If you see a rainbow coming from a tiny spot on the street while you're in New Orleans, well, there's a love letter from Brunhilda.