. . . why this is my collection of earrings that have lost their pair.
Thank you for asking.
It is, in essence, a photographic representation of the word FRUSTRATION. These earrings all were, at some point in my life, my absolute favourites. I wore and wore them, which clearly increased the chances of me losing them. The moral of this story could be: 'don't wear earrings you like, in case you lose them'.The leaf is the latest casualty and I am gutted.
And yes, that is a tooth you can see. It is actually my wisdom tooth (read: IRREPLACEABLE). In my youf I turned my recently-extracted wisdom teeth into a pair of earrings (with the help of a family friend who was a dentist). I was so gangsta back then . . .
On the positive, I was tidying up a cabinet that used to fall over regularly during the aftershocks (must get round to securing it to the wall . . . ) when I came across this beauty from this clever lady . . .
I kid you not, it has been lost for the better part of two years, during which time I have conducted several all-bedroom searches for it. The weird thing is, I kind of found it in plain sight. It must have slipped behind something in the cabinet and then suddenly shaken loose somehow.
Bear with me here - this will make sense in a minute. The other day I thought I had lost another freakin' earring but thankfully, after a few panicked moments, I found it when I shook out the scarf I'd been wearing.
So the moral of this story is actually: 'if you lose something, go round shaking stuff'.