Earrings are my new thing. I told Leandra so last winter after an inspired bout of high-pony-dangly-earring wearing and possibly two margaritas. They had the same effect that a great blush or a blowout has in that I felt “done up” even though I hadn’t washed my hair in lord knows how many days.
I’d borrowed the muses behind my new revelation from a friend — a real shoulder dusting pair of silver Oscar de la Renta tassels almost exactly like these, and they swished when I walked and sort of hummed when I talked. Each bead seemed to glimmer individually, working with its colleagues above and below to create subtle bursts of understated sparkle every time I turned my head, commanding attention without being obnoxious, which is the ideal way to enter a party, isn’t it?
But that’s just the thing. I didn’t feel like I had to reserve them for a party. I didn’t want my new favorite accessories to sit like ancient gems beneath glass casing at a museum because they were too precious to re-wear, or wait like forgotten kids after soccer practice, dejected on my vanity until I finally found an event worthy of re-attaching them to my lobes. They were loaned, after all, so our time together would only last as long as my friend’s memory evaded her. I wore them everywhere.
Until she remembered and asked for them back.
Parting was such sweet sorrow until I realized that when one door closes, a spaceship takes off. My ears, previously accustomed to their life on a nudist colony, now craved the weight and character of that which had just adorned them. So, because I am a giver and not a taker I set off on a mission to bulk up my collection of all things earrings.
First I went a little dangle-crazy. I couldn’t get over how big, giant earrings made an entire outfit for me. All I needed was a white tee and something to cover my bottom half and I was essentially good to go. Besides, they felt glamorous and self-indulgent in the same way an oversized cashmere blanket might…minus the price of most oversized cashmere blankets. Were they necessary? No. But that was half the fun.
Next I realized that perhaps not every occasion called for door-knocking contraptions. There was a half-way option, like the earring’s answer to a mid-heel shoe. These, I felt, could be worn quietly. It didn’t feel like I was hitting anyone over the head with my accessories but rather allowing bits of color to poke out and wave hello. “Nice to meet you,” they’d say.
Once I was on the peaceful come-down of my manic obsession I began to appreciate what barely winked, let alone waved: teeny tiny studs, pinky-nail sized cuffs and delicate chains that looped just below the lobe. It felt like an inside joke with myself to wear two separate posts in each ears — with this tiny size I could mix and match without looking like an 80s glam rock musician. They were also a way to make all the cable knit sweaters I still insist on wearing a whole lot more cool.
But what about you? What’s your story with earrings? Should I get more piercings? How many do you have? (Piercings, that is…though I guess you could also count the number of earrings you own!) Go at it in the comments and for goodness sake, show me your ears.