One thing led to another: Or, I have holes in my head! OR: Paula’s gonna laugh!!

It’s my birthday, did you know that?

No. It’s really not but Norma gave me my birthday gift when I saw her at the NH Sheep and Wool. (Birthday is in August, in case you are like me and now have the burning desire to know). Of course, as a gift recipient, one can only hope that she has “Forgotten” this birthday gift by then. But maybe that is just me.

Anyhoo. This is what she gave me:

Clouds. For my ears!

Clouds. For my ears!

“Silver Lining” earrings! That she bought in Utah! You could have blown me over with a feather! I love them! For those of you who are long time readers, you MUST know about my love of the sky! So, how PERFECT are these? Right?
But there’s only one thing……

I don’t have pierced ears.

Now, I have this polite gift recipient in me, ingrained and imbedded and I could not bring myself to say anything to Dear Norma.  I tried, but I could not spit out the words. And I knew the “Polite” thing (especially when you LOVE a gift so) would be to PUT THEM ON.
Alas. Not a hole to be had.

Paula even suggested that I put them on. “I WILL”, I told her!

And I will.

My ears, they are pierced!After mulling it over, I told Norma. I think she hadn’t laughed that hard in a long time. And then I remedied the situation.

Pierced Ears and I have quite a rich history. This is not the first time, no no.

The first time was with my friend, Debbie Danisienka. We were 12 years old. Her older sister pierced our ears with a needle and an ice cube. I still remember the pain. Ice. It did nothing.

My mother went on an earring buying binge for me and I wore all kinds of 12 year old things. You know, telephones and flowers and doggies. Cute.

Then I kind of stopped wearing earrings. You know what happens then, right? They close up. No more pierced ears. After all that I did to get them.

Life went on, though. Even happily.

Until I was 21 years old, had just gotten engaged to my wonderful now husband and I went to get a haircut. (none of those things have to do with each other, they just WERE) I inadvertently got a SHORT haircut. Reminicent of my grade school days when my mother butchered my hair to be like Twiggy Hair. (note to you: I DO not look good in Twiggy Hair. I would even go out on a limb and say that NO one looked good in Twiggy Hair). So my ears stuck out. And needed….SOMETHING. (You DO remember my feelings about my ears, don’t you? You can reread it here if you want)

So, I got them pierced at the mall. I had a wedding coming up and this was a good thing.

Until about 3 months later. For some reason (which I have now pinpointed to a sensitivity to hydrogen peroxide which I used PROFUSELY so that my ears would not get infected. Irony at it’s best) and I waited too long, thinking I was curing it with (you guessed it) MORE hydrogen peroxide. The doctor had to CUT that earring out.

It’s not a great memory.

So far? All pierced ear stories have the same theme, right? Pain. And lots of it.

There is one more though. About 10 or so years later, I was convinced that I still had HOLES. Which I maybe did. But not, you know? And I decided  while dressing up for some fancy shindig that I needed earrings and I PUSHED the earrings through the “holes”.

Ouch. Once again. You would think I would have known better. But there you go. One is not always wise when it comes to jewelry.

I have lived earringless for many a year.

But sometimes, a little silver lining comes into your life and leads you on a quest that you did not know you would be on.

Last weekend found me at the mall once again, getting my ears pierced. I prepared myself for the pain. I remember it as so painful.

When she shot the earring through the lobe, it felt burning hot. But not particularly painful on the scale that women use subconsciously for the rest of their lives, the CHILDBIRTH Scale. As in: sure it hurts a bit but it is not like having  a baby.  On a scale of 1 to Baby, it was about a 1 ½. Over as quickly as it started and I was on my way with the ear cleaner, which I promptly threw away. No Hydrogen peroxide injuries for me this time, thank you very much. I am using good old fashioned isopropyl alcohol. I can feel the burn when I apply it correctly and I know I will not have a seething mess in a couple of weeks.

In 4-6 weeks, I’ll be wearing those silver linings. And the other 2 pair I just bought. It is fun shopping for something I had not thought about in so long, trying to figure out my grown up earring style.

In a way, I guess it really IS my birthday.

Gifts are good.

Thanks, Norma!



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13 responses to “One thing led to another: Or, I have holes in my head! OR: Paula’s gonna laugh!!

  1. And I always thought Norma would hurt me before she ever hurt you.

    Love the earrings and the story. You’re not the only one with a story like, btw. /sigh

    Looking forward to seeing you model those earrings!


  2. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Good for you. That was very brave.

  3. ROFLing about your pain scale. Yeah, everybody says that kidney stones is bigger than Baby, FYI. I hope you never know it.


  4. Sandy, what a story! My pierced earring story involves alcohol, the drinkin’ kind.

  5. What a hoot! My ears were pierced with the Ice Cube Technique, btw – it all worked out, though.

    Can’t wait to see you modeling the new earrings. You are a true friend!

  6. madforknit

    Goodness! What a sordid history. The earrings will be fantastic once the holes are healed. Your silver lining! And the 0-baby scale? Hilarious. I love that scale.

  7. We wondered at the time if your ears were pierced and decided they had to be. You’ll love wearing them once your ears heal and heal they should in short order. (I always prefer alcohol for ears.) 😉

  8. Manise

    My ears were pierced when I was 11 years old. My mom was told the best was was with the piercing earrings. You know the ones that take weeks to worm their way into your lobe and find the other side?? Yup, complete with somewhat swollen crusty ear lobes that were bathed in iodine and alcohol initially and then alcohol there after. So when my DD was born I wanted them done early enough where there would be no lasting memory of the piercing. I finally managed to get DH to cave at 9 months. She was fine- a short cry and it was done. Though she did have this knack and bad habit of plucking the backs of her studs off and eating several earrings. What the surprise at diaper changes to see bling staring back a you!

  9. Charlotte

    When I got my ears pierced, I was told to carefully swab at them at least twice a day with the solution they sold me (probably iodine and alcohol) and I was also told to gently twist the studs around in a complete circle twice a day as well- which probably helps to prevent the ear from ‘healing’ around the stud. I advise you to try that as well, and good luck to you!

  10. Sandy, if you find that things aren’t healing well with the alcohol, you may want to use it only to cleanse the earrings and then use a saline solution to cleanse your earlobe. Making sure, of course, that you wash your hands before touching your earlobes. And if they get infected (red and hot, nasty yellow stuff coming out, ew, etc), treat them with bacitracin.

    In high school I had 3 holes in one ear, 4 in the other and that 4th one got horribly infected. To this day, I swear it’s the reason the guy who sat behind me in math class became a dermatologist. 🙂

  11. Kelly

    Love those earrings! Definitely worth getting repierced for! Love your pain scale, and Norma is right, kidney stones are way past baby on that scale! So is gallbladder attack!

    Can’t wait to see the picture of you modeling those cool earrings!

  12. Wow… who knew! Hydrogen peroxide eh?

    I used witchhazel on my kid’s ears… and likely will again when kid 2 gets hers pierced next year. (You gotta be 13 in my house, b/c I don’t trust anyone younger to actually take CARE of the fresh piercings..)

  13. you are too funny. i love the earrings though, and the story.