Invisible, yet developing whiskers

So, remember how I went to Claire’s Accessories a few weeks ago, all rebellious and edgy-like, and how I let the cool bored teenager wielding a piercing gun do this to my upper ear:

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-who then, after taking payment, only let me go once I had filled out the disclaimer and had a long talk about the importance of after-piercing ear care and who then thrust a huge bottle of disinfectant at me to take away?  And then I went back to see Mark at the Apple store, not exactly hiding my shining new earring, but not showing it off either, and it was then that I made up my mind to prolong the joy of keeping a secret by saying nothing about it; instead, that I would run some kind of covet unscientific love-test see how long it would take for anyone in my family to notice.

And here we are, over two weeks later, and no one has shown any awareness of my new piercing, or, in fact, even looked up to meet the area of my eyes and ear region, otherwise known as approximately my FACE. Even when they sit on my left hand side and I pull my hair up into a high bun and talk with my head facing resolutely forward does the message get through that YOUR MOTHER DID SOME HARDCORE BODY MODIFICATION. Not even when I stopped and stooped down to show the boys the psoriasis patches behind my ears – behind, in fact, the massive new 9carat gold butterfly clip and stud and stem sitting like a huge metal ANOMALY ATOP MY EAR RAVINES. Not even when we all clean our teeth together and I am busy swishing my bruised upper ear with my babyish disinfectant, branded “CLAIRE’S EAR PIERCING AFTERCARE SOLUTION”, does anyone clock the new punk mother they have in their midst.

Not one person out of six can see it, because apparently I am not a new punk mother, but just the same old invisible nagging chef who moonlights as a table wiper-downer and tends to spend a quite a bit of time picking up crisp packets from under the couch. I am all this, as well as school dropper-offer and wee-monitor but not visible in any other sense. This sucks, but this unintentional past-her-prime-and-therefore-so-boring-no-one-can-possibly-engage-in-any-meaningful-manner camouflage situation  could be useful should I take to a life of crime. Imagine the whiteware I could just carry out of Iceland! The electronic stuff from Currys!

I have spotted Mark looking fairly intently in my ear direction a few times, and I suspect he cannot workout whether I have been pierced like that for years, and we have perhaps already had that discussion about his disappointment in my choices, or whether it is…maybe…new….but, I think his internal narrative goes a bit like this:

It can’t be new because she never does things like that except for that time she pierced her navel when she was 18 but that got infected and now you cannot even see the scars among the stretch marks and she’s much older now and she’s a mother and where are my keys/glasses/dog lead/I need petrol/I must call Kevin about that roof/should I play golf tomorrow/what’s for dinner/I wish I was in New Zealand/I want to kill a pig.

And so his sharply questioning eyeballs leave my ear region into a wistful middle-distance stare and then he goes and gets a New Zealand hunting magazine and sits on the loo for a bit.

So I am feeling a bit wounded. I keep thinking that today is the day I march out into the living room and and stand in front of the TV and turn off that show about the last Alaskans  and clap my hands and lift my hair and MAKE them notice and perhaps shame them a little, all the while delighting them with my uncharacteristic  bravado and my utter post-1990’s ironic take on grunge stylishness. But, frankly, they don’t deserve it.

Also, to make matters worse, I have discovered a few tiny, white, thick little hairs sprouting out of my face in a random manner all over the cheek and jowls. Is this normal? Is this what happens when you are not young anymore? Do I pull these out or leave them to grow unheeded and then perhaps plait them out of my way when I eat messy things? Are they WHISKERS? Any advice appreciated.

 

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14 Responses to Invisible, yet developing whiskers

  1. Jim says:

    You made me recall something about my own family (about 1980).

    “Uh… I’d never realized you have pierced ears” my father told my fortysomething mother as he noticed the gold ball studs on her formerly virgin earlobes. She had them pierced at her hairdresser’s salon on that very same day!
    Mom wasn’t too happy. When she told him he apologized and a few days later gave her a nice pair of pearl studs. Of course, mom forgave him 😉

    • theharridan says:

      that is gorgeous! and, kudos to your dad, because he did actually notice. unlike the menfolk here…..

  2. Jane says:

    electrolysis the random hairs asap. And talk to your ob/gyn about checking your hormonal levels….. there are some nuisances associated with crone-hood wisdom and beauty.

  3. raccontando says:

    I had the opposite problem. My husband bought me earrings for Christmas. Despite being married for over a decade, he hadn’t realised I DON’T have pierced ears.

  4. theharridan says:

    OUCH! That is awful! So it’s really not just me then…

  5. textpatwives says:

    I really really really want to get mine done now. Except, because it’s SIngapore, it’ll probably cost about $600, AND i’ll get some rancid flesh-eating bacteria and I’ll wake up the next day with no ear. (On the plus side, that’d be pretty hard to miss, right?) I think I’ll wait for THE WEEK I AM ALONE IN LONDON (yes! ALONE!) and basically hand my body over to Claire’s Accessories and tell them to do their worst. Or maybe I’ll just sit in a nice bar drinking gin instead. It’s a tough call.

    • Margo says:

      Can I recommend you go to an actual piercing place rather than Claire’s? It might seem barbaric but getting it done with a needle is much much better for you than with a gun. They heal better and are actually less painful. The needle goes through the flesh because it’s sharp whereas the gun just blasts through with brute force. The best places are tattoo parlours as they’re proper professionals.

      • theharridan says:

        This is good advice. I got my navel pierced about 700 years ago and it was done with the wrong tool and never healed….thank you, Margo! And it would be so much more thrilling going into a tattoo parlour, especially if textpatwives comes out with a full body tattoo! Ah, the heady heights of mid life crisis drama!

      • Margo says:

        I’ve had body parts tattooed and inked in Wizard in Wimbledon (http://www.wizardtattoo.co.uk/) and Eclipse in Camden (no website but 204 Camden High St – come out of the tube station, turn right and walk past the market) and they’re good. And they make you feel SO rock and roll, especially the one in Camden which is in a basement and full of loud music and people with bolts through their necks.

  6. theharridan says:

    Alone in London – what a bloody dream that is. So, I say GO GET A PIERCING because once you decide that it looks classy and not trashy, and once the redness stops and it begins to feel less like someone has just punched the side of your head, it is beyond stylish. And then drink gin, because it helps with the throbbing. And no one will notice anyway, except you, and you have a punky secret, although it is obvious to anyone who has functioning eyeballs, but NO ONE WILL ACTUALLY SEE IT EVER. What a delicious mindf**k.

    • textpatwives says:

      Ok. You’re on. But – what happens if I get totally carried away (and / or drunk) and go all-out body mutilation?? Because there is a v good chance that the heady freedom of alone-ness will go, with the gin, straight to my head, and I’ll end up getting a spider’s web tattooed up my neck*, or similar… To be honest, I’m not entirely sure I can trust my drunk-on-freedom self.
      (*They’d notice that, I think)

      • Margo says:

        Sadly, but probably for the best, any legit place won’t tattoo or pierce you when you’re drunk – if only because having alcohol in your blood makes you bleed a lot more. I’m sorry my comments to this heady post about throwing caution to the wind are so grown up and boring!

  7. theharridan says:

    Take a friend, dude, TAKE A SOBER FRIEND! (I’ll totally come to watch and supervise)

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