I was not allowed to pierce my ears until the fourth grade. My dad was extremely against it. After begging and pleading, my parents finally gave in, and so off we went, to the Cape Cod Mall, to the Piercing Pagoda. My best friend got hers done too. Upon getting them pierced, I promptly passed out. There is a photo of the day, of my best friend and I, which still exists. I ghastly white. Besides a brief phase in college where I had my belly button pierced, I never felt the need to get any more piercings.
Fast forward twenty years later and somehow I’ve developed an ear piercing addiction. It started over brunch this past Spring with Alicia. She was going to get a third hole, and asked if I’d come along for support. I saw the tiny diamond she was getting and wanted my own. Then for our birthday (we share the same day) she got her cartilage pierced and I added two more piercings to my left ear. I now have five holes total (three in one ear and two in the other) and don’t feel done. This is dangerous.
I just love the look of pretty, tiny studs + little baby hoops… and lots of them. At BaubleBar, I shop the kids section. (Love these and these.) Other favorites include these little letters, these Catbird letters, and these tiny bars from Dana Rebecca. And I really want these safety pin earrings from Genevieve Jones, especially as they are 25% off right now. The pin actually goes through your ear and looks really cool.