Back when I was in first or second grade, I begged my parents to let me pierce my ears. All my friends were showing up at school with dainty, sparkly studs, and I wanted to be just as grown-up as they were! My parents’ answer was an emphatic NO. “You’re too young,” was the reasoning.
Until my Aunt Kathie came into town. Aunt Kathie was my mom’s hip, single younger sister whose famous M.O. was spoiling her nieces and nephews. Aunt Kathie snuck me off to the Piercing Pagoda in the Oakdale Mall and I returned home victorious, pain-free, and sporting tiny purple stones in my ears. Purple – of course.
Over the years, I stopped wearing earrings because they got tangled in my hair, I would forget to put them in, they would snag, etc etc etc. Eventually the holes in my lobes “closed up.” I’m okay with that. But I did miss having a bit of sparkle in my ears…
So last Wednesday, I went down to Pure Body Arts inside of Sacred Tattoo and a lovely woman named Starr gave me this little daith piercing! It can’t get snagged on my hair, it still didn’t hurt, and I think it goes to show that I’m not “too old” to have fun.
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