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Feb. 26th, 1989 06:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepperI had sworn upon my life I wouldn't get my ears pierced. Well today I did it with Anucha. We went to Kings Plaza (a mall in our area. We went to this place called BIBI Jewelers. I wanted the jewels but Anucha made me get balls. I showed everyone and surprised mom. She thought she would never see the day when I would do it. How wrong she was. (This is the LAST time I am writing in here with ink. I repeat, L-A-S-T.)
*sigh*
The saga of Andee's ears. This must be a black thing, as every book I had ever grown up with the heroines would always be fighting with their parents to get their ears pierced, meanwhile I clearly remember being like "oh, hell no," but the protest often fell on deaf ears. When I was eight, my mom got me as far as the jewelry store but I flipped out when I got a look at the gun, so, since Mom had already paid for the piercing, she wound up with a second set of holes. Finally Anucha was like, "so lets get your ears pierced" one day, and only because I was thoroughly sick of hearing about it, did I agree to go get it done. I remember keeping myself from getting scared by telling the guy who was doing it a joke, but I can't remember what joke it was. Anyway, I came home, breifly enjoyed the shock value of it, and settled down for about six weeks of piercing stud torture (and woe to the girl who spent much of her waking non-school hours on the phone with her best friend). I think I finally got fed up with them after about a month, decided I didn't care, and took them out, thus beginning about a twelve year cycle of holes closing, infections, closing again, strugging to get earrings in when I did bother to wear them, more infections, and then finally giving up before I finally got a pair of purple 16-gauge titanium hoops with haematite capture beads that I left in ever since, unless occasion called for something dangly. Not a peep out of those holes ever again. Last October, just before my birthday, I got two more holes punched into each ear, and about a month ago brought them all up to 16 gauge . . . It was kind of a reclaiming of my ears, as I explained to my niece when she asked why I had three - since I didn't want the first pair of holes, I figured two more pairs would counter the bad juju of the first. And it works out that I have a pair for roughly every seven years after that first time, so I guess I'll be getting pair number 4 when I turn 31 . . .
*sigh*
The saga of Andee's ears. This must be a black thing, as every book I had ever grown up with the heroines would always be fighting with their parents to get their ears pierced, meanwhile I clearly remember being like "oh, hell no," but the protest often fell on deaf ears. When I was eight, my mom got me as far as the jewelry store but I flipped out when I got a look at the gun, so, since Mom had already paid for the piercing, she wound up with a second set of holes. Finally Anucha was like, "so lets get your ears pierced" one day, and only because I was thoroughly sick of hearing about it, did I agree to go get it done. I remember keeping myself from getting scared by telling the guy who was doing it a joke, but I can't remember what joke it was. Anyway, I came home, breifly enjoyed the shock value of it, and settled down for about six weeks of piercing stud torture (and woe to the girl who spent much of her waking non-school hours on the phone with her best friend). I think I finally got fed up with them after about a month, decided I didn't care, and took them out, thus beginning about a twelve year cycle of holes closing, infections, closing again, strugging to get earrings in when I did bother to wear them, more infections, and then finally giving up before I finally got a pair of purple 16-gauge titanium hoops with haematite capture beads that I left in ever since, unless occasion called for something dangly. Not a peep out of those holes ever again. Last October, just before my birthday, I got two more holes punched into each ear, and about a month ago brought them all up to 16 gauge . . . It was kind of a reclaiming of my ears, as I explained to my niece when she asked why I had three - since I didn't want the first pair of holes, I figured two more pairs would counter the bad juju of the first. And it works out that I have a pair for roughly every seven years after that first time, so I guess I'll be getting pair number 4 when I turn 31 . . .
