Amy Middleton Loves New York

The more appropriate title for this post would have been Holes, since I got holes in my ears yesterday and then joined some friends to watch the Disney movie (”Holes”- see the theme?). It still freaks me out that there are holes in my ears.  That someone put a piercing gun to my head and somehow, with my consent, drove metal posts entirely through my earlobes.

I feel grown up and I feel 13.  I don’t expect anyone will notice that mine are now among the ranks of jeweled ears. No one noticed that I didn’t have them pierced. But I’m in the attitude now of paying attention, and I’m extremely cognizant of how others are adorning their piercings. All around me are strangers and friends whose earrings are now cues; external indicators of preferences and personality. The discerning director of my mind manages to digest the great expanse of the world and tell a single story. Now playing: Ears.

I have this problem that everytime I see people wearing turtlenecks, I think they are trying to hide something.

I recognize that turtlenecks are acceptable pieces in a winter wardrobe, and while I don’t think they’re especially flattering in the first place, I also don’t really care how people dress.

And yet, when it comes down to it, it’s probably best I don’t see you in a turtleneck.

jo forwarded me this pic tonight. please note: ligers, side ponies, fanny packs, 80’s ties, vote for pedro buttons. this is pretty much the best photo ever taken.