Blue Jeans and Sunny Ears

This Saturday, Sunny had her ears pierced.

This came as a great surprise to three-fourths of the family, who thought we were at the Mall on the latest quest to find jeans that will fit Janie, who’s reached that delightful stage where her growth spurts are firing at will from random angles.*

But one of us had different plans.

So while Jane and I made pilgrimages to fitting rooms with offerings of assorted denims, Sunny and my husband were left to Sunny’s their own devices.

The resulting text conversation went something like this:**

My husband: Where are you?

Me: Trying on Levi jeans now. They’re NOT WORKING.

MH: We lost you! Sunny and I are just outside the store at Exotic Imports.

Me: Ah. We’re in Penney’s, still. No luck yet. Jane’s getting dressed.

MH: Maybe we should try Deb?

Me: Maybe. It’s length, not width, though. She’s a 6 junior in Levi, but they’re a foot too long.

MH: No petites?

Me: Ha. No. Heading for Arizona territory. One more try here, and we’ll Deb.

MH: Mall walking now.

About twenty minutes and a three-foot stack of sizes, cuts, and colors later:

Me: VICTORY! Found her size, they’re on sale, and I don’t have to hem ’em!***And we’re still speaking to each other.

MH: Good. Sunny is getting her ears pierced.

Me: PHOTOS!

MH:

Sunny pre-ears

Me: We’re in the check-out line now. How’s it going?

MH: She’s done.

Me: Really?

MH: Yep.

Apparently, Sunny had dragged her father to the earring place, asked if she could have her ears pierced for an early birthday present, and hopped up on the chair.  She was perfectly fine until it was over, and her nervous system realized what had happened, but her tears had dried by the time Jane and I arrived.

Those of you who weren’t around when Jane had her ears done might not understand my confusion at the sheer lack of psychological trauma, my wonder that it worked on the first try, and my gratitude that I hadn’t had a chance to screw it up.

But there wasn’t, it had, and I hadn’t.  And Sunny is ticked to death with them:

Sunny ears

My kid with the focus issues even has us on a rotating schedule to help her with the ear solution stuff.^ Turns out, she can focus just fine when she truly wants something.

I only wish she wanted good grades that much . . . and a puppy a lot less.

___________________________

*At least half of her body has decided to forge ahead into teenagerhood, but no one alerted the waistline fairy. Add in the proprietary, distinctive, and somewhat inconsistent sizing systems of every single brand of women’s clothing, and things get even more frustrating.

**I adjusted for misspellings (mine, not his, stupid tiny keypad), punctuation (his, not mine, thank you) and family abbreviations.

***Arizona jeans are as close to perfect as we can get for this kid, until that fairy shows up—but that’s what belts are for.  The sizes go from 0-19 in short, average, and long, they come in bootcut and skinny, and the prices are pretty good for clothing destined to be replaced every few months.  So we can safely grant brand loyalty, supposing they won’t be discontinued the moment I hit the publish button on this post.

^After several attempts resulted in dry cotton balls surrounded by a moat of benzalkonium chloride—the bottle’s too big for her.

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8 thoughts on “Blue Jeans and Sunny Ears

  1. So brave! Once when I was about 22 and getting my third piercing on one earlobe, there was a kid Sunny’s age crying a little and waiting in line. “Can she watch you?” her mother asked. “Sure!” It hurt more than I remembered, but it wasn’t too bad. And the kid went ahead and did it. Huzzah!

    • Such a role model, you are!

      That didn’t work for Janie, but I did get my fourth set when she backed out the second time, so there’s that. 🙂

  2. Something in the air? My daughter got her nose pierced yesterday, which she has wanted to do for years. The hoop looks pretty cute on her, though I anticipate a mixed reaction when her granny and aunt come to visit next month.

    • If I didn’t wear really heavy glasses at night and have major sinus problems, I’d love to get my nose pierced.

      Their reaction probably can’t be any worse than my MIL’s reaction to my tattoos . . . the reaction I wasn’t supposed to hear, that is. Whew!

  3. Congrats to Sunny. Brings back memories. Congrats to you and Jane on finding the jeans and not killing each other. It brings back memories. I admire your patience and stick-to-it-ness..
    Love to all.

    • Hi, Mom!

      We never did actually kill each other, did we? That’s odd. 😉

      Once Jane gets a waistline and perhaps a visit from the hip gremlins, we may switch to Land’s End—I figure anything that looks good on you will work well on her! 🙂

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