As you may or may not know, I have been married for almost five years. Now, I was never one of those bridezilla omigod-give-me-the-poofy-dress-and-the-giant-diamond girls, so my engagement ring cost $95 and was, instead of a diamond or ruby or whatever, a very simple moonstone.
I don’t wear it anymore, because I’ve lost about 30 pounds since then and would have to wear it on my thumb (I had my wedding ring seriously sized down about two years ago). But it’s a pretty ring, and for the wedding I matched it a pair of moonstone earrings that had belonged to my grandmother, a simple pink pearl necklace, and one other piece of jewelery that I had to have specially made.
“This might be a strange request,” I said to the jeweler who made the rings, “but can you make me a moonstone nose stud?”
“Sure,” she said, like she gets asked that every day. Which she might. Who knows? Anyway, she made me a lovely little moonstone nose stud for about $40, and I have worn it ever since.
I was in a very elaborate performance art…performance last night (part of Powerball, a fundraiser for the Power Plant Art Gallery), which involved a wig and very heavy makeup. At the dress rehearsal on Wednesday I took out the nose stud to get my makeup done and put it down on a table. And forgot all about it.
And by the time I remembered it, it was gone.
Never to be found again.
So, um, if you have to take out your nose stud because you are being made up as a seventeenth-century Roy Orbison vampire, remember to put it in your wallet or makeup bag, or else you’ll have to make a temporary one out of an earring to make sure the piercing doesn’t close on you.