There was one other thing that Dr. P and I talked about in my therapy appointment on Friday.
Dr. P asked me what else, other than the art fair, I wanted to do for my “birthday weekend.” (Other than weigh 15 pounds less and have my husband pay attention to me, you mean? Sigh.)
I mentioned that I had been toying with the idea of getting a new piercing. I love body art – I have two holes in each earlobe, a helix piercing, my navel’s done (yeah, I know, that’s SO 2003) and I have two tattoos. I’d been thinking about getting something else done – maybe a second helix piercing, or the tragus (here’s a chart – I like to SOUND hip, but in reality I always have to look up the actual names of the ear parts.) But what I really wanted – and have wanted since I was 18 years old (which was about 150 years ago, I KNOW) – was to get my nose done.
Dr. P was enthusiastic about this. Overly so, in my opinion. I threw out the usual excuses (i.e. I work in “corporate America”; not everyone is as free-thinking about body art as I might be.) However, my current workplace PROBABLY wouldn’t mind…maybe.
Dr. P encouraged me to go for it, reminding me that the worst that could happen is that they ask me to take it out or cover it up. True. I do, however, work in HR, and as luck would have it, I JUST updated the company’s dress code LAST MONTH, and one of the (many) changes was to replace the “no visible piercings or tattoos” part with “piercings and body art must be tasteful and in line with the company’s mission and values.” All of the executives heartily approved the policy, but if I run out two days after I issue it and get my nose done, they’re gonna feel like they were set up.
I said I’d think about it.
I mentioned in my last post that I was going to the art fair. It went about as I expected. The hubs came along – eager at first, of course! – and I have to admit he was a trooper. I actually got about 3/4 of the way through it before he actually said out loud that he was bored.
But, kudos to me and for standing up for MY needs – I told him he could go home if he wished, and I’d call him when I finished. He actually opted to stay…and I actually opted NOT to feel guilty or rushed about taking my time to enjoy MY day.
Despite a gloomy forecast, the weather was BEAUTIFUL, and I found some gorgeous things at the art fair, so I’ll give the artists a shout out here. Yes, of COURSE I bought jewelry. But, like a grownup, I ALSO bought art. Legit art for the walls. Wow, I’m so, like, sophisticated and fancysauce here. <raises pinky>
So here’s the haul:
For the bedroom, we bought three prints by Mary Johnston (the ones with trees and leaves, in three different themes/color schemes.) Our bedroom is lilac (hey, the hubs picked THAT color out!) and these will look really sharp above the headboard.
We also bought Joy, Peace, and Perpetual Motion by Chris Ann Abigt. Scroll down on the page, past the trees and the rocks, to the whimsical paintings at the bottom. The colors are amazing – they remind me of Dr. Seuss! They will be lined up side-by-side over our TV.
I know bupkas about art, but these make me smile. So they’re mine now.
And for jewelry….it was so hard not to buy ALL THE PRETTY PRETTY SPARKLY THINGS. I showed an impressive amount of restraint, thankyouverymuch. After much deliberation, I finally selected an Open Circle pendant by Spirit Lala (side note: that is ACTUALLY her name. FOR REALZ. I mean, how could you be anything BUT an artist then?)
These are really unique pieces – the fronts are original drawings, and the backs have motivational or inspiring phrases. The pendant I bought has several colors – orange, red, yellow, blue – on the front, and on the back it says, “It’s what’s on the inside that counts.”
A good reminder, I suppose.
I hope I can do more than just wear it.
P.S. Oh…one more thing.
I DID IT.
I recognize that this may be what we refer to in HR as a CLM – Career-Limiting Move.
But F it. It’s my birthday. 🙂