swell job, swell job.

I have a nose ring! Oh yes. A gold hoop has been shoved successfully through my right nostril.

Guess how many tries it took?

One? Nope.

Two? Nada.

Not three.

Twelve and 1/2. Ya, really.

Here's the low down. Jo, my life-long partner in crime, bought home (aka - to Nak) a wonderful gold hoop, a spray bottle of sanitizer, and an assortment of sewing needles. Plus a lighter, and a pack of Silly Putty. We proceeded to heat the needle to sterilize it, shove green silly putty up my nostril to block my septum, and drench the point of entry with wound spray. SO, on the first try, I gritted my teeth, said go, and Jo pushed. Alas, as most of my adventures end up, the needle only went 1/4 of the way in. PS - I had my nose pierced three times before, therefore an excessive amount of cartilage had built in the mean time, forming a mean layer of scar tissue. Yummy. Anyways, after trying about 5 more times, I was feeling faint. So we took a break while Jo went in search of a firmer surface to push the needle in with, and a glove to protect her poor fingers with. After trying again, and again, and again, we made it to the last layer of skin, which was the worst, ever. Here is Jo and I, pretty much sitting on top of each other, giggling hysterically, with a needle dangling out of my hose, with cotton swabs and silly putty crusties all over the bathroom floor. A Kodak moment. Good thing we had a camera flashing most the time - I'll have photo's on my FB by the end of the week, in the chance that we are linked online as Friends. But, at the end of the day (it took an hour and a half) I managed to get that ring through, and link it together. I had to use a straight earring at first, to make sure the hole was evenly pierced through - the slope of the needle created the exit point in my nose to be smaller than the entry point, which stood as a challenge for a few moments. After I let it sit for a few moments, and regained my stability, I switched it with the hoop. So now I have a nose ring! I haven't really decided what I think about it yet. I am little apprehensive as to what the parents will think tomorrow when they drop off their children in the presence of a girl with a hoop. Hopefully they will think funky, unique. Not rebellious, hardcore, or nuts. I'm keeping the hole for sure, but the ring? I really have to sleep on it. Time will tell!

Cheers for now.

D.