Sunday.
What a very lovely day!
Cleaning, washing, breakfasting, having my ears pierced….
Yes, I had my ears pierced again.
I’ve been generally uninterested in earrings since the late 70’s when those hugely long Perspex earrings that had been all the rage, went out of fashion. I had a nine month window of earring love. I could not be seen in public without a mad chunky Perspex earring in place, oh no. They were the reason I had my ears pierced, much to our mother’s horror. She really disapproved of ear piercing, I was never clear why. She super didn’t warm to non matching earrings. She didn’t like ostentatious jewellery full stop. I loved it all. The more ostentatious the better at times. You look like a tinkers tart, she’d say. Fabulous! I’d say. She eventually had her ears pierced when she was 70ish. I treated her, a gift after I recovered from the shock of her admission that she fancied having her ears pierced. Frenchie and I really enjoyed feeding her earring habit, Frenchie particularly.
My lack of interest in earrings for the last 40 years ( except a short while when I wore earrings made from chandelier bits, I loved those) is largely due to not being able to see them. Rings and bracelets interest me much more. Not wanting to waste the holes, I’d find a pair I liked enough and wear them day and night until I lost one. My renewed interest in earrings is due largely to gifts from Marmalade. A square hoop and a triangle hoop. I really love them, but now I want more. I have grand ear decorating plans.
I was deterred, until today, from multiple earrings by an extreme case of multiple piercings failure in the spring of 1979. An acquaintance, at art college, pierced multitudes of holes all around his ear edge, all at once…himself. They became infected and the outer ridge of his ear tore off like a piece of perforated paper from a spiral bound jotter. I know, ouch and yuck and fucking hell! I didn’t witness the rip but I’ve only just recovered from the incident enough to multi pierce.
If these work out well I might have more.
Update…one of the new ones fell out when I wasn’t looking . All evidence of it has gone, no hole, no mark, nothing, its as if it was never there.
Are you sure you had it pierced? Some idiot asked.
YES ffs.
I’ll get it sorted Sunday.
fat tart 
Haha mother and her secret passion to have pierced ears while telling us off! 🙄 so funny.
My holes have healed up…can I be arsed to re-hole? My belly-button piercing has healed up too. It was Grandee number one who was horrified at that one. Scene: G1 and I in a changing cubicle in, I think, Gap. G1’s mother several cubicles away. I sat G1 on a stool and set about trying on. At the top of her voice she shouted. Gromit’s got a belly piercing. In strides half dressed daughter telling me off! ‘How will I convince my girls not to if you have?, hmmm’ … I’d been told. Didn’t quite hang head in shame. But hung head to stifle hysterical giggling fit.
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My body spat the belly button one out!! Through me. Long straight scar!
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