As her 18th birthday approached, she asked if she could get her nose pierced. I had to think about that one. Mike was definitely against it. I was about a 6 on the "don't do it" scale. But I thought of the several people I know who have tiny little diamondesque studs in their olfactory organs and decided it wasn't so bad. I talked to Mike and we agreed that yes, when she turned 18 she could get her nose pierced.
There were a few stipulations:
1. She had to get it done at Metamorphosis, a reputable, hygenic "body shop" that was recommended to me by my young-and-hip-go-to-colleague at work.
2. No nose ring. Not on the side. Not in the middle of her nose so she looked like a bull. She could get a stud.
3. She had to pay for it herself.
Yesterday was the big day, which conveniently coincided with a day off school. Annie made plans with two of her besties to go their favorite restaurant for lunch and then head to Metamorphosis. I suppose I could have tagged along, but it was also Robbie's birthday and his school got out early. So I picked him up and took him to lunch at Chick-Fil-A, his favorite.
After our lunch, I came home to take a little nap -- I was up until 2am getting the requisite birthday wrapping and birthday decorating done. Just before I dozed off, I sent Annie a text asking for a picture of her new jewelry. Then I promptly fell asleep.
About 45 minutes later, she called me. Sleepily, I answered the phone.
"Hey mom, it's Annie. Did you get the picture I texted you?"
I fumbled to open the text message, glanced at the picture and with my eyes still cloudy from sleep said, "Oh, cute." She had a little silver stud on the side of her nose.
"Um. Did you see both of them?" That would be the mile.
Both?! With that I sat straight up, fully awake and clicked back to the picture. Holy boogers, Batman! She had two studs in her nose, one on either side. I was honestly speechless.
"Mom? Mom...are you there? Are you ok?"
"I thought you were going to get a tiny, sparkly stud and instead you had a BARBELL put through your nose?!" I wasn't quite hysterical, but I wasn't quite in love either.
Annie assured me it was not a barbell. It was two individual stud piercings.
"Are you mad," she asked me, although I could have asked her the same question with a slightly different meaning.
The truth is that I wasn't mad. I was
So here it is, one day after Annie's 18th birthday and I'm the mother of black-haired acTRESS with not one, but two nose piercings.
Little did I know on the day that she was born looking like this:
that 18 of the shortest years in history later, she would look like this:
What a spirited, lovely kid, double nose piercings and all.