Ladies and gents, meet Eddie Apricot. Conceived nine months ago while poolside in Long Island with one half of Dannijo, this earring is arguably one of the only you will ever meet with a vocabulary so extensive, heart so big and anxieties so outrageous, they could blow even Woody Allen’s out of the aforementioned pool water.
Danielle had the idea to turn a piece of her jewelry into a human bleeding real emotion long before she solicited by help to write a script that we would collectively decide could feature an earring named Eddie, forced to deal with the trials and tribulations of living life in a lobe, see: “I’m just so sick of poking people.” Times do get tough, Eddie is forced to remove and subsequently replace his twizzler arms, tic-tac fingers and mary-jane booties every time he transitions from in lobe to not-in lobe–and that is a hard life to live.
Since the time I dipped my mental objects into the formation of this character, it’s come an astoundingly long way care of the sister-duo. And now, nine month post inception, because it’s Tuesday but already feels like a tired, Friday afternoon, here’s a pick-me-up to pass by the time with a healthy chuckle.
You’re chuckling, right?
Come on! He doesn’t make the holes, they request the holes! That’s comedy, people.