Yesterday, the 1st of August, I took my future step-daughter to get her belly button pierced and on the drive up, I made a decision.
I wasn’t going to wait until next year to get my nose pierced. Nope. I was getting it right then. My fourteen year old daughter and I were supposed to do it next year, so I told her, if she really wanted hers done, I’d let her. It’d be an early birthday present. She changed her mind when she watched her mom get hers. Freaked out is a better word. She said it was the sight of the needle coming out of my nose and then Josh putting a cork at the end of it while he got the silver studded ball ready. Needless to say, she isn’t in a hurry to get hers done.
I was totally and completely fine right after. In fact, if I ever decide to have anything else pierced, Josh is my man. Having my ears pierced hurt more than my nose. It’s a wee bit sore, but nothing compared to when you have your cartlidge done. I came home and was still fine. Keep this in mind. At first, Mark was like, “really?” and I kept saying, “Admit it, it’s sexy.”
We all laid down for a little while and were going to go see some helicopters. I went outside, and my oldest was there and we heard this thud but neither of us could tell where it came from. Then, I heard Mark yelling. I ran into the house and Lauren was on the floor of the kitchen and Mark was asking her if she fell and she said no, she passed out. He asked me to check her head and as I was the first wave of nausea slammed me. I went into the bathroom and prepared myself. My ears began to ring and the room began to swim and I thought, nope, not going to happen. The poor guy is already dealing with his daughter. I laid down on the bathroom floor and propped my legs up against the wall and fought it. And it’s silly, but all I could think of was that I could not pass out, I could not throw up because what if it made my nose get infected and my nose would have to look like Michael Jackson’s?
Yes. I know, the things I think about. I called a friend and asked her if she had the reaction I did and she said no, but she asked me if I got sick after I got my first tattoo and I said yes. Hours later. So, apparently, I have a delayed reaction to things that I’m not neccessarily afraid of.
Poor Mark, who later admitted that he did like it and said he’d like it much better once I can get a diamond stud in there.
My eighty-three year old Grandmother isn’t happy with me. She asked me if I was going through a second childhood and I told her no, I wasn’t. It’s been something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time and I figured why the hell not?
Eloisa James has commissioned a gorgeous paper doll and costume, in delicious Georgian fashion. And to launch the doll onto the web, Eloisa is hostessing a fabulous design contest!“If you’ve read even one of my novels, you know that I adore historical clothing: dresses that drip with diamonds, wigs with sailing ships, coats with gold-trim buttons… When I’m not writing, one of my favorite activities is sitting down with my 10-year-old daughter and making handmade birthday cards. We tend to go wild in scrapbooking stores and we always use lots of sequins!
