I was looking for earrings this morning, so I did what I do every time I look for earrings: I pull the drawer from my jewellery box, dump out the three massive pairs that block everything else, and then find the tiny pair I want to wear.
It occurred to me (five or ten years after it should have) that I could take the three massive pairs out of my jewelry box, and then I wouldn’t have to dump them every time I wanted to find something.
Why do I even have these pairs? Granted, they’re lovely. Giant silver hoops, twisted silver knots, and black-and-white shells. I have worn the hoops for short periods, and the other pairs not at all.
But here’s the thing: I would like to wear these earrings. I would like to be the type of person who can comfortably wear glitzy look-at-me jewelry.
I’m just not.
BUT, maybe I could be. You know, when I turn 65 and become a raging granny.
With that in mind, I have not moved the earrings. I have left them in their highly inconvenient home. Because, you never know…