...when I was 19 years old. I was never allowed to get my ears pierced when I was younger, despite my desire to wear earrings. I'd used clip-ons when I was in grade school, but the kinds back then hurt (they seem to be better now) and the variety was limited.
I was walking around an outlet mall in Orlando, during my last month of living there, with the idea of getting my ears pierced floating around. I'd watched a baby and a small girl gotten theirs done at Claire's. After a bit more window-shopping, I ended up at the Icing by Claire's shop, and decided to do the deed.
My piercer was my age, and was nice. I picked out gold studs, with small pearls on them. She used a piercing gun (which is not as safe as a needle, but there were no other piercing shops I had access to at the time), and it was quick and nearly painless - just a prick, like a doctor's needle. No blood or lasting pain.
Ta-dah! Quite like them.
I'm at the point where I can change out the studs now, and I'm excited to try out new earrings that I've only been able to eye before!
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