So I was standing in line at Starbucks (must… stop… yeah, right…) about to place an order, when the woman behind me gestures at my earring and asks where I got it. I had to think for a second, because I bought a pair of earrings at the Ferry terminal in Victoria (mostly, I needed change for the bus, but also because they matched a necklace & a bracelet I picked up a few months ago) and I couldn’t remember if I was wearing them.
I wasn’t, and instead she was referring to my tragus piercing. Where I wear an extremely generic captive bead ring. The same one it was pierced with, in fact — about 7 years ago. I’ve never switched it out.
Where do you get them? Well… any piercing studio. Not the crappy little Claire’s little girl stores or hair salons that do piercing with a non sterile gun (although I’m noticing that they’re starting to carry different body jewelry, which usually includes CBR’s, even if they don’t pierce with them), but any good place will carry these by default. So will any of those “Culture Craze” booths in the mall. I suppose if you’re not familiar with such things, it might be odd, but really… I kind of felt like she asked me where she could buy plain white socks. Where CAN’T you buy plain white socks?
Anyway. I think I was less pleasant than I could have been, as I was taken a bit off guard and quite confused about what she was asking. But, I pointed her in the direction of “Any piercing studio” and she seemed satisfied with my answer. I guess she hadn’t looked very hard before…