Fool In the Rain

“I’ll run in the rain till I’m breathless
When I’m breathless I’ll run till I drop, hey
The thoughts of a fool’s kind of careless.
I’m just a fool waiting on the wrong block” Led Zeppelin

Remember fat Tuesday? The day you splurged on the thing you were giving up for forty days. Us good little Catholics…now craving cheese or cookies or sweets or beer…or in my case…shopping. I have not purchased as much as a pair of earrings since fat Tuesday. (truthiness font..) If you were wondering what a shop-a-holic like me buys the last day of shopping…here it is- My beautiful pale peach MM Couture tunic from Piperlime. I had this shirt in my Piperlime cart for over six months. It was a little pricey for my usual thrifty budget. But for forty days, I deserved something good. So I used my Tuesday Gap cardholder special of 10% off and my ten-dollar rewards coupon and had a little Mardi-Gras-shopping good time. I haven’t worn it yet for an outfit pic. I imagine wearing this top with my favorite pair of cutoff jean shorts and these amazing Seychelles I can’t wait until after Easter to buy. I braided my hair to the side today and opted for some dainty earrings instead of my huge statement necklace. I have been doing pretty well not buying myself anything (well there was this moment of desperation and an Urban Outfitters coupon…but no one is perfect…).






Shirt: MM Couture (via Piperlime)
Pants/Ring: The Limited
Shoes/Earrings: Charlotte Russe
Umbrella: Totes (via Target)

At four years old, I wondered if Olivia was too young to have her ears pierced. As a mother to two daughters, it is not hard to get caught up in the glamour that is tiny holes in your baby’s ear. Do you get them done when they are infants? For some it seems like torture to a baby…but it is also better since they will barely remember it. You could wait until they are in middle school or even older and assume they will be mature enough to handle the turning and cleaning associated with getting your ears pierced. It is hard to pin down the “perfect” time to have a child’s ears pierced. Of course “experts” will tell you that it depends on the child. If your child has a higher tolerance to pain and is particular about doing activities each day like brushing their teeth or taking a bath (who are these strange children?), then they will be better with the ear piercing. I guess the best time is to wait until they are actually asking for earrings…why put holes in kid’s ears that really don’t care. (the not so girly girls). 
Layla was around six when she wanted her ears done. Liv was four and wanted anything Layla had so we decided to get them both done at the same time. Probably not my wisest of parenting decisions as earrings became the thorn in our sides for the next two years..(yes..two years). It started with the cleaning….”Don’t touch my ears!!!!” They would both wail. Then there was the changing of earrings…”Don’t touch my ears!!!” And of course the dreaded soccer umpire who would make them take the earrings out before each game. “Don’t touch my ears!!!” Their voices would reach a special high octave that I never knew possible. There was the fear of taking the earrings out, the fear of bumping the ears while brushing their hair the resistance to winter hats and ear muffs and of course the fear of putting any sort of medicine on the ears. “Don’t touch my ear!!” Liv’s ears would grow this nasty gel-like stuff that looked like rubber cement…it would crust behind her ear to the point where the ear became glued to her head. Another great use for A&D lotion…ungluing a child’s infected ear lobe from the side of their head. We were at the beach one day. Layla had gained enough courage to let us change the earring four times and Liv would not let us near the earring. Once I chased her around the house to clean the glue between her ear and head…when I finally caught her she peed herself while screaming..(you guessed it)..”Don’t touch my ears!!!” Liv had been swimming all morning and playing in the sand. As she was digging a hole in the ground and running back and forth to fill the hole with water, I looked at her ear. One of the earrings was missing. “Liv, your ear!” I said. She cupped her hand over one ear…and her face twisted into a scream as she realized there was no more earring. I was going to convince her to let me use a filler earring until I realized the only earrings I had with me were the large dangly kind that I like so much. I had no choice but to wait until we got back four days later and try to jam another earring in. There was no way Olivia would let me do that. Our argument of whether we would put in another earring or take the other one out and let the holes close up all together came to a six month stalemate of Olivia wearing one tiny blue heart earring. I tried to get the earring out but she wouldn’t let me come close. “Don’t take it out!!!” She would yell as I neared her, cotton ball in hand. Finally, I did what any desperate mother whose kid had one infected ear would do, I waited until she was in a deep REM cycle sleep and took the earring out. It was few days before she even noticed…but she was not at all happy with my deceit.
Since then, she has been asking for a redo on the earrings. Layla had finally realized that Moms do know everything, and took my advice on cleaning and caring for her earrings. She now changes and cleans them with no assistance. I had promised Liv she could get her ears repierced when she turned six…then seven. I said they would be a birthday gift, then a Christmas gift, then a Valentines Day gift. I put off the inevitable ear repeircing for over a year…until Friday. Olivia is always in fierce competition with her three-year-old cousin. Perhaps it was four plus years of being the “baby” in the family until her cousin came along….or the idea that you have to bend a little and let someone else have her way…but Olivia’s rules are based on what her cousin Sammie is doing. Friday Sammie got her ears pierced. She had the little purple hearts in her tiny lobes that reminded me of the first time Liv got her ears pierced. Olivia went from wanting her ears repierced to demanding she get the ears done, like yesterday. So today, we went to the mall. “Where do you want to get them done?” I asked. “Where did Sammie get hers done?” She replied. “At the Piercing Pagoda.” I said. “That’s where I want to get mine done.” Three clenches of the fist, two holes and one pair of flower studs later, Liv has her ears repierced. Believe me, I know what the definition of insanity is. (doing the same thing over again and expecting different results….). But there is something so irresistibly adorable about earrings in little ears that make me forget all the pain. I guess that is what life is about…seeing the tiny diamond flowers in the sea of infection. Am I a fool? We will see.


Writing Prompt: Is there something you swore you would never do..But were somehow coaxed into doing? What was the thing that made you decide to go against your convictions? Do you regret the decision or are you glad you took the chance?

UPDATE: Liv was in the shower. I went in because I had a bad feeling about her thick hair and the earring. I was right. On had fallen out and there was blood running down her neck. I saved the earring from a life living among the clumps of hair hang out in our drain. I called our piercer who promised after a day or so it would be healed and we can go for round three on piercing. third time is a charm I guess…


  1. 1) LOVE that shirt. SO pretty.
    2) Very interested and impressed with the idea of giving up shopping for Lent. Would love to hear how that goes as time passes.
    3) Earrings were never my friend growing up too, but rather funny story for what, at that time I'm sure, seemed like a big annoyance.

  2. 1) Thanks! it was a bit of a splurge but worth it.
    2) I have done pretty well not buying anyting. I did slip up halfway and buy a pair of shoes…
    3) I never remember what a pain it was to take care of them. at one point in time i had like five holes in one ear..but it was the nineties and that was the style 😉

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