We are having a neighborhood yard sale on Saturday, and like a glutton for punishment I’ve signed up again (technically I forgot to sign-up but my responsible neighbor who knew I wanted to participate did it for me – soon there will be a blog titled,”people who carry me through life.”).
What I forget every year is that I live with the ultimate thrower-outer. We have no extra stuff. I’ve told you all – we hardly have stuff.
So I decided to go through my jewelry and maybe get rid of some of the outdated pieces. As I’m sitting on my bed, digging through, reminiscing about where/how/with whom I wore each thing, my girl bounces in the room and says,” you know what you should write a blog about? How you love really big earrings.”
What? I wear really big earrings? No. Stop it. I wear normal earrings. They aren’t what you would call dainty or demure – but really big? Was that a complement? Was she trying to tell me something? Should I be worried? Nah. My earrings are all regular sized. Nothing to see here folks. Move along.
Except for these….
And these are a tad big, I admit it.
And maybe these are slightly on the larger end….statement pieces is how I like to think of them.
I knew these were big but I bought them for special occasions. Like going to the grocery store.
Ok those are not bracelets – those things are massive. Taylor Dayne big (anyone? anyone?). Point taken. I wear really big earrings.