As we move (finally!) into spring, I am thinking of a winter story. I used to go up to northern New Hampshire in the winter to spend time with CJ and her mom at their time share in Conway … and to visit the outlet malls.
One morning we were going to drive up to the malls in North Conway and the radio news guy announced that the windchill would be 35 below zero and gave some tips for making it through such weather. His last tip was: “And ladies, don’t wear any exposed jewelry.”
I laughed because it seemed a funny final note, and because there wasn’t a chance I’d be leaving the house without earrings. Note: no jewelry is a nakedness I consider wholly unacceptable.
So I laughed at the weatherman as I put on my big silver disk earrings. When was I really going to be outside, after all? I’d go from house to car, car to mall, mall shop A to mall shop B …
I think I was walking from mall shop E to mall shop F when I noticed a problem. My left ear really hurt. But really hurt. I reached up and pulled off my earring … and pulled off at least the top layer of earlobe skin with it.
Can I just say: O U C H ! !
Yes, my earring had frozen to my ear. Frozen. to. my. ear. Oh. Would that be why the weatherman warned against wearing exposed jewelry on our sunny 35-below day?
You’re thinking, “At what price, beauty?” and all. But remember: no earrings = naked. Right. My accidental dermabrasion taught me that no skin is a far less comfortable nakedness!
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