ephemera asked for this one.

I did not start wearing earrings until, hmm. Well into my thirties. Bun actually had her ears pierced before I did. However, I quickly began to make up for lost time, as you can see (below the cut). My favourite dragons (and the little silver dragons, too) are among the earliest surviving pairs, as naturally I bought a bunch of little studs which, one way or another, did not survive. I still rue the loss of the little glass stars—well, I have one of them to this day, but eh.

I'm not a great wearer of jewellery. The burglar found nothing worth stealing in my jewellery box, although I do (still!) have some pearls from my mother-in-law, and possibly also from my gran. I've occasionally succumbed to the glittery lure of a pendant or necklace, but seldom remember to put one on—with the result that when I do want to wear one, I don't really have exactly the right thing.

But once I started wearing earrings, I couldn't stop. They're so convenient! And sparkly! And pretty!

( More than you ever wanted to know about my earrings! )