Just a little bit of bling

I did it. I went and got my nose pierced.

It was a long time coming, really. I have always thought they were cute. The small, shiny bling in the nose - tastefully done of course - on women really looked nice to me. And I loved that nose rings could look so nice. So professional (if that really can be said). I talked about it for years. Mentioned only when a few adult beverages were consumed, then forgotten as quickly as they came. More and more it was weighing on my mind and I wanted one. A cute, little rhinestone in my left nostril. It wouldn't really alter who I am much, just add to my quirky-ness.

Hubby, being the always supportive guy that he is, didn't disapprove, but didn't approve either. Called it unnecessary. Duh. I, being the strong headed person that I am, ignored his comment. I asked for the cash, he handed it over, and off to the piercing place I went.

I picked up a girl-friend, S, and she wanted hers done, too. S is a recent addition to my little group of friends. A great addition indeed! Who else would hold a 20-something mommy's hand and stroke her thigh, while she watched as a strange, very pierced man, violated your friends nose by shoving a q-tip up there, followed by shoving a cold metal tube up there and then shoving a needle through the nostril, and then get hers done even after seeing the process done? Not any of my long-time friends.

Hubby's reply the next morning - "It's not so bad." End of mention of nose ring since.

Now, the clientele I witnessed while waiting for the piercer to come back from break is an entirely different story.

posted by Stephanie @ 2:28:00 PM