During my ‘tween’ years, formerly known as bratty kid years, the FringeParents decided that I could finally get my ears pierced. Considering I knew several infants who had their ears pierced, this parental concession didn’t thrust me into pre-pubescent pride; however, I was happy to finally have a tiny hole drilled through my lobe.
Being the ever brave mother, FringeMom elected to also have her ears pierced. It only took her 35 years to muster the courage and then she made me go first. Apparently if I’d started screaming, hemorrhaging from my iced ear-lobe, or if I fainted, she would have remained hole free.
The experts didn’t tell parents to model good behavior back in the olden days. Adults just told us to ‘do as I say and not as I do’.
The excitement of a shiny stud far outweighed any pain involved and I proudly showed off my lobes at every opportunity. Unfortunately every time I would try and remove my gold stud to wear a more cheap & gaudyfashionable earring, I would get an infection. My lobes would turn bright red, bleed, and they would fill with puss pockets. Aren’t you glad you’re reading this?
My ears have remained unadorned for many years.
UNTIL, I whined and complaineddiscussed my problem with FringeMan. He thought for a moment and then said, “Try using dish soap.”
“Dish soap?? If alcohol didn’t work, why would dish soap?” I immediately dismissed his idea. After all, what does FringeMan know about dangly, beaded earrings?
He went into some story that detailed the inner barrel of shotguns and the grease they use to lubricate the gun, etc. Somehow this was connected to my three dollar earrings, but I still fail to make the connection. I did try the dish soap. What did I have to lose?
To my utter amazement, it worked! I’ve been able to wear all my earrings after scrubbing them with dish soap. Palmolive was my cure.
With one bit of fire-arm advice, FringeMan solved my accessory problems.
Now it’s full swing bling for me.
Do you normally ‘bling up’ your outfits or do only accessorize on special occasions? I’d like to know…really.