Or perhaps it is in fact embracing it, but at any rate, I was brave yesterday and went to get my nose pierced.
It was one of those things I had wanted to do at 19 or 20, but didn't have the guts or the confidence for; now that I'm facing down 30, I thought, well, why *not*? If I truly hate it, I can take it out, and it won't look any more obvious than an earring hole. Except, I don't hate it, I LOVE IT. It's tiny, it's discreet, but it's a bit sparkly and the fringe benefit: have always hated my nose. Now I have no choice but to notice and perhaps even like said appendage.
Next step: tattoo on my shoulder blade as a birthday present to myself. I have been talking about doing this for about 6 months now, but wanted to make an occasion of it, so after the big decade change, it's up to San Francisco to get inked too. I promise, to any of you worried that I've gone off the deep end and am swimming out to sea...this is it. SERIOUSLY. I'm not into pain, not into multiple conversation starters, just wanted these two little things as a kind of marker to this officially turning grown up.
And yes, it hurt. But not too badly. And no, I haven't tried blowing my nose yet, but I figured this was well before cold and flu season, I should be okay.
by at July 23, 2005 4:08 PM