Earrings, Mamas, And A Damp Dozy Dog

I never did pierce my ears.
When all my friends in junior high were letting the scary ladies
at the Piercing Palace shoot holes through their earlobes,
my mother's words echoed in my head:

"You will have enough problems," she said, "with the holes

God gave you.  Don't go looking for trouble."

Piercing my ears seemed even less exotic after watching those friends cope with

ear lobe infections, and with running alcohol-coated thread through the new holes

while they sat along the side of the gym waiting to use the parallel bars.

A classmate of mine, in her gym bloomers, flossing her ears.

The shrieking from the Piercing Palace might have had some influence on me as well.

Anyway, this has never posed a problem for me

except for when it comes to buying earrings.

Because most earrings now are made for pierced ears.

This is where Etsy comes in.

I rarely check Etsy, now that so much of its stuff comes from re-sellers

peddling cheap Chinese goods.

Shame on you, greedy Etsy management.  You are not fooling us.

But then there are sellers like Michelle, who sells costume jewelry from the 70s and 80s.

Click on her name to visit her on Etsy.

When I visit, I buy.  Because Michelle doesn't charge a lot, and I like that.

 Are these great old lady clip earrings, or what?

"Mom," asked my daughter Anne, "do you realize how huge these earrings are?"

 Why yes.  Yes, I do.  That's why I bought them.

I figure the bigger the earring, the smaller I look.  Right?  Right???

I bought this pair, below, because I love white earrings in the summer,

and most of mine are just round plastic discs.

So these are now my fancy ones:

 How big are all these earrings?

I put a nice large cashew in amongst them.  Yeah, those gold round ones are killer.

 Mmm . . . I just ate the cashew.

Speaking of killers . . . Mr Dion DiPoochy had to have

a good scrubbing over the weekend, when a mis-step landed one

of his furry paws right into one of his own lawn sculptures.

After tubbie time, Anne wrapped Dion up in big soft bath towels,

and cuddled him in her lap to dry him off.

And he didn't want to leave.

He settled in and sacked out.  Anne took a few pictures with her phone.

His eyes may be open, but trust me . . . there's nobody home.

He is out like a light.

Dion doesn't wear earrings.

At least, not since his Pet Girls

stopped playing Dress Up with him.

But you know what?  Neither of our daughters has pierced ears.

Do you think it's because their Mama told them what my Mama told me?

"You'll have enough trouble with the holes God gave you."

And ain't that the truth?

Happy Tuesday, my friends!  -- Cass


And thank you, Graphics Fairy, for the vintage image of the lady with the branch.