I have four pairs of earrings. One are diamonds and too nice to wear to the grocery store. One are huge, huge, hoops, appropriate only for dress-up stuff. One are my "work earrings" so neither too plain or too fancy. And one are my black pearls that match my black pearl necklace.
So when I lost one the other day I was heart broken. I mean, they are an integral part of my bad-ass June Cleaver get up.
My sister Cailin found one that I'd dropped on her carpet. And apparently I'd dropped the other one on my livingroom carpet at home and recovered it last night. So there is a factor of attraction between livingroom carpets and my jewellery. Watch where you step, everyone.
So they're reunited. But thanks anyway to my mom, who gave me a pair of white pearl earrings that are just beautiful. Come to think of it, she gave me the entire pearl collection.
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