What A Stud

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I conned my mom into getting her virgin ears pierced when I was seven years old. Forty two years and had held off, until her youngest daughter was so terrified to go under the gun, she selflessly offered her own lobes to prove how quick and painless the procedure would be. I shamefully didn't get my ears pierced that day. I backed out, but, only to return the next day, out of pre-pre-teen-ego, and the future accessory opportunity. I didn't know that until I had my own purchasing power I would be forbidden to wear anything but solid gold studs. This was limited to two different pairs of boring heart studs, one solid and one cut out. I wouldn't complain now about any solid gold jewelry gifts, but these basic pairs were all that was available to me then (I think this had to do with who was offering to gift them to me) and it was a little boring to the me of yeasteryear. This isn't the case anymore. I have compiled a stoppable list of bad-to-the-bone bling for everyday. Enjoy!

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