My friend Carla claims that she was so traumatized by my ear piercing experience that she could not bring herself to have hers pierced for another 40 years!
My mother was opposed to the idea and felt that pierced ears were an outward symbol of an inner moral decrepitude. I won't tell you what kind of women she told me had pierced ears. She was, understandably, not very sympathetic to the infections and allergy, though I think she finally accepted the idea and didn't put up too much of an argument when my sister followed suit a few years later.
Earring acquisition became a fundamental goal in my life. Sterling silver became my
These are my newest pair, brought to me from Ecuador by my daughter. The red that you see are Amazonian jungle seeds that are brilliant red with black spots on them. They are suspended in a clear resin and set like stones in the earrings. I think they are beautiful and so unusual. The name of the seeds is "wairura" according to the person who sold them to Emily. I have googled the word and don't find anything. Whatever they are called, I love them.
Update-the rest of the story! My sister emailed me. She was so intrigued that she did a little research about my earrings and the seeds inside. She also corrected my recollection and said that, due to being grossed out by my ear piercing experience, she waited until she was 37 years old before getting her ears pierced. I had forgotten that. I guess I had a big influence on ear piercing in my immediate circle! Anyway, she also sent along this cool photo of the seeds on the Amazonian jungle tree, listed under an alternative spelling "huayruho". Thanks Beck!