"You know that I'm not allowed to wear hoop earrings, right? Two years ago she told me hoops earrings were *her* thing and I wasn't allowed to wear them anymore. And then for Hannakuh my parents got me this pair of really expensive white gold hoops and I had to pretend like I didn't even like them and... it was so sad."

I have a problem with my earrings.  I've tried a lot of things to keep them in order, but I have hated every single version.  When I first got my ears pierced at 16 (I know, scandalous), I strung a piece of hemp above my door and would hang my manageable collection of earrings on it each night.  Which is shocking, because this is what the rest of my room looked like.

I KNOW RIGHT

I'm more embarrassed to put those pictures up than I thought I would be.  Did anyone notice the totally-not-out-of-date-in-2003 lava lamp splayed on the bed?  Me neither.  (In regards to the mess on the bed that I am SHOCKED I SLEPT IN, I think I was cleaning that day and decided to take pictures of how horrifying I was.  I used to put as much of my stuff as I could on the bed and then go through each item one by one without putting it anywhere if it didn't have a spot.  I know, in theory it's a really great idea because I should have found a bunch of stuff to get rid of, but I always started cleaning like this around 11:30pm and by midnight I would shove it all onto the floor because I needed to go to sleep.  Back to the earring thing.)

As I collected more earrings, I bought and/or made multiple variations of earring holders, kind of like this one:

Source: kojodesigns.blogspot.com via Ashley on Pinterest

Except mine never looked that tidy.  Or maybe it did because every time I touched it all the earrings would fall off.  Has anyone else had this problem?  I feel that maybe we just don't talk about it.

I thought I would do an experiment and buy something new to hold my earrings.  The technique to putting them away is similar to what I do now, which is drop them on the coffee table, but I will try and aim for one of these little egg cubbies.

Cute, right?

But first I thought I would go around the house and see where I found my earrings, and I am less embarrassed than I thought I would be to post these after posting pictures of my teenage bedroom.

This next one is a planter (planter? Is that the right word?  Obviously I do a lot of planting) that I filled with my jewelry which was a stellar idea.  It got knocked over and rolled under the bed (also, the marks inside of it are from it being filled with pens previously.  Again, with the planting).

Which leads to:

And I am in love.  Jesse is too because he would constantly be picking up my earrings and going, "If you had a place to put these I would put them away while I'm picking up."  Obviously he doesn't pay attention because I already HAD a place under the bed, but anything to make his life easier.

Did anyone notice the Larry Boy earring?

One time during an assembly in high school I noticed this plunger looking thing sticking out of the wall, and Amy was sitting in front of me.  I leaned forward in that wood seat, pointed and said, "Larry Boy got stuck in the wall."  She started giggling which made me giggle and while leaning forward like that and pushing down on my abdomen in a laugh, I farted and the sound cascaded through that auditorium.