Until two weeks ago, I was the only girl I knew who didn’t have pierced ears. Or pierced anything, at that.
I was also the only person I knew who freaked out every year at my company’s wellness visits when we have to get our fingers pricked. Ask my boss – she had to hold my hand.
My non-pierced status changed when I went and visited my cousins in Minneapolis two weeks ago. I had avoided the family tradition of going to Claire’s long enough. My cousin Frankie practically dragged me to the mall at 10:30 on a Friday morning, thankfully empty so I wouldn’t get stared at. I picked out the biggest CZs available and nervously clutched the teddy bear with the pierced ears as I awaited my fate.
Five minutes later, it was done. I had survived. Frankie was even good enough to hide her complete nausea from me (apparently the double crunch from the piercing gun was bad). And I was done and excitedly looking forward to all the beautiful earrings I had been deprived of for so long.
And the possibilities! Posts! Danglies! Hoops! Silver, gold, vintage, costume, diamonds (ok, probably not this option for a while) – why did I wait this long? I love my beautiful pierced ears and my gorgeous 3.5 carat CZ posts.
I am excited when it’s time to upgrade those, though.