Call me crazy… (crazy)…Hey!
Well, like I was saying, call me crazy, but I am starting a
self-apprenticeship. This term doesn’t
really make sense, I don’t think. I’m
not even sure it is proper, and I’m only talking about semantics. I’m also not sure my apprenticeship itself is
proper, because it isn’t a proper apprenticeship. I remain, however, a self taught woman. I am schooled, yes, but most of the things I
deal with in my business and most of my skills or talents have been self
taught. I seem to work better that
way. The hermit learns better alone, go
figure!
What are you TALKING about, you say? Lend me your ears, friends, or perhaps, just
your lobes, for I am embarking on a journey.
I debated chronicling it, but then decided, eh, what the hell. My blog is I, I am my blog. I like to document my progress with
everything. I like to see progress. I like to see where I need to improve or note
things of importance. Perhaps it is my
fear of my encroaching senility? GET TO
THE POINT! Alright! I am taking up body piercing. There, I said it. Crazy, right?
Here’s the back history.
When I was a teenager, at the tender age of 14, or 15, I
can’t quite remember, I was VERY into Green Day. This has a point, trust me. Billie Joe Armstrong had a nostril
piercing. Teen girls obsess with boys,
well, I wanted to BE them. I wanted to
be pseudo neo punk with colored hair and quirkiness---AND A NOSE RING!
I remember watching Green Day’s performance at the 94
Woodstock (aahh, we have a year…14) and basically rocking out in my room, which
consisted of loud music and hyped up feelings of excitement and euphoria…which
begot the idea “I’m going to pierce my nose.”
I don’t know if I used ice or anything the first time I did it?? I may have.
I just remember going to my mother’s dresser and getting into her
jewelry box and choosing a red rose lapel pin.
It was a decent gauge, in retrospect.
Figured it would work for a piercing!
I sterilized it with alcohol and also lit it with a lighter
I’m sure and all those crude things that you know about sterilization when you
are 14 years old in the 90’s without the internet. I then, listening to Green Day, popped that
lapel pin through my right nostril! It
was ridiculous. I think the next day to
school I wore the only jewelry I had to put in it (I didn’t even have a
hoop). What I had was a simple ball
earring with a cross that dangled from it.
Ridiculous. In a nose? I was 14, give me a break! So I wore it.
I think some people thought it odd.
No, I’m sure some people thought it odd, but one thing holds true today
that was true when I was 14. I’m out to
find myself, not please you bastards!
;)
So I eventually changed the jewelry and yadda yadda. I really didn’t have a good ability to get
any jewelry suitable for a nose, lack of funds and “allowance”. My mother hated my hair dying and
piercing-capades, obviously. Anywho,
that’s the history of my FIRST piercing.
Onto the point. I ended up doing
my own ears a couple of times, even my top cartilage, as well as my own navel. The navel I did have problems with, but hell,
I did it with a large safety pin. I
simply left the safety pin in at one point!
(CRAZY!!) Hey!! :/
Like I said I pierced myself multiple times and then pierced
my best good friend, Hilary! I pierced
Hilary about gazillion times up her ears and such. So began my piercing history. And then it laid dormant. I did get my own tongue pierced when I was 18
and had it in for about 5 years. I have
my nose pierced today, still. I rarely
wear earrings though, but it’s mostly because I am lazy and didn’t like
sleeping with them. But that was before
I knew of awesome jewelry, also.
So a couple of months ago I was hanging with my tattoo
artist pal and mentioned to her how I used to pierce stuff. It made total sense at the time, seeing as
how we were hanging out post bar time. I
just said it was something I could see me getting into possibly. Later she had someone that was interested in
a piercing. I wasn’t about to do
anything crudely. I decided to order
supplies and everything proper to do piercings the right way. It would be different then a lapel pin, but
it looked slick as hell the way the hollow needles worked! I watched some YouTube videos. Found a good kit. A good book.
A good professional How-To DVD.
I’m doing this!
It seems crazy to delve into something like this out of the
blue, but there are roots to this in my early adolescence. I’m mentally regressing, it makes perfect
sense! I’m exploring who I thought I was
or was meant to be back then…and dividing that by who I am now, maybe? Split the diff=piercings. (I’ve said before, math is not my forte, if I
have one at all!) 14 year old Missie
would be proud, but “I was so much older then; I’m younger than that now…” as
Mr. Dylan would say. Let the hole thing
begin!
Me to You,
Missie (Crazy!) Sue
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