Life is too short
I have decided that life is too short to worry about the small things. If you want to do something, as long as it isn’t morally wrong, just go and do it.
Since having suffered from my ‘chronic pain’ it kinda puts life in to perspective a bit.
Much like my blog’s name, I like to think of myself as being ‘eclectic’ in that I like all kinds of things, I might dress one way one day, one way another, there is no set rules or themes much as music tastes and anything else. This probably gives a good indication as to my chaotic mind, I am sure there is a connection somewhere that makes sense, hehe!
Well to get to the point, I have wanted a nose piercing for years, since my teens really. I am not giving my age away oh heck I am in my 40’s but you know, never too old right?
I figured I don’t really drink, I might have one glass of wine a week, I don’t do drugs, except prescribed ones, I don’t get to go raving nor be half as outrageous as I would like so that was it, I was going to go ahead with it.
Phobias and pain
I have a horribly low pain threshold and a phobia of needles, but having had spinal injections I could cope with this, how hard could it be?
Pampering for bravery
I think a good idea would be to start the process all off with a bit of pampering, so with a very special friend I went out for lunch. I lubricated my throat and bravery with some white wine and chased it down with some lovely asaparagus in a bernaise sauce and poached eggs & sticky toffee pudding. The restaurant was like a little den below road level, tucked away and the service was good.
So then it was time, off I went. Braved the tube which I must say nowadays I hate and felt a horrible unexpected sense of claustrophobia coming on, you have never seen me move so fast as when getting up those escalators and out.
Google has it’s uses
I found the studio through Google search the day before. Yes I do live life on the edge it seems. But the website was good and the receptionist was patient with my hundreds of questions, like “how will I blow my nose after!!”
Of course I got lost and couldn’t find it. The receptionist had said “ring me” if you do in fact get lost. She must have been a mind reader.
She must be about 20 ft away, jumping about in the middle of the pedestrian cobblestoned pathway right next to the huuuge sign that says ‘piercings and tattoos’ (slaps my forehead). She herself was heavily adorned in ink and metal, causing quite a stir as she jumped up and down with her phone going “yoohoo we are here”
So I go in, past the sign that says “Extreme piercings” and gulp heavily. Yup I am not going to duck out of this.
Raff who does the piercings eventually called me through, appearing from her tiny little room which was more like the size of a telephone box. I had to go in on my own for ‘hygiene reasons’ so my friend had to sit outside and not hold my hand whilst it was done.
The whole place was sterile, covered in plastic sheeting, I went to put my handbag down and it was a “no no you musn’t do that, please use the hook on the door, nothing except yourself must touch anything in this room it is completely sterile”. So I hang my bag up and turn to raff, who I must say has the most delicate charming French accent.
Her head is shaven except for some tiny strands of long blond tresses where sideburns on a man would be. She is skinny and dressed in black. There are of course multiple piercings on her face and scarification which appears to be tattooed also in the shape of a flame going down one cheek.
All of this of course doesn’t frighten me, far from it, quite the opposite and causes me to ask her a bevvy of personal questions about her piercings and scarification which results in a lot of “ooohs” and “aaaahs” from me.
I will say at this point that I have only my ears pierced, so I am really a ‘virginal’ piercer and no don’t worry I will not get the urge to adorn myself in metal, but I just HAD to have this done.
So I chose a rather delicate stoned piercing. She says “clear or blue?” which are my top picks. I think, “clear will go with everything and be sensible” so of course I choose the blue as it is my chance at 40 to say “yah I am a rebel I am going for blue” besides which it is very very pretty.
I sit down, she pens my nose, shows me in the mirror then fastens a kind of plier to clamp my nostril. She then says “breathe in” and I do, it is then when a “whoooooaaa gawds that was painful” comes out of my mouth, she then quickly asks me to breathe again and pushes the jewel through.
My head lifts up and I proceed to start chatting again, she goes slightly ashen faced and tells me to tip my head back again to make sure I don’t bleed too much, then I am ‘cleaned up.’
Tadah I am done, I see something glinting as I look forwards, she assures me that after 3 months of cleaning twice a day I can change the jewel if I wish and after 4 months stop cleaning.
I nearly pass out from the time span of necessary cleaning rather than the actual event. I look in the mirror and am very happy.
I must say if you ever want a piercing and live in London, please consider this studio, she was absolutely wonderful and has been doing it for 15 years.
The salon website is here – Extreme Needle
Covent Garden has entertainment
I leave and decide to wander through Covent Garden, only to find the tube is annoyingly shut, however on my way I passed this man, who seemed to be levitating and attracting rather a crowd, however it was his nose which amused me somewhat after what I had done that caught my attention.
So my day is finishing and I pop in to a lovely make up store which is to me like a ‘candy store’ and in here I see a lovely ‘twist’ decorating some of their products and simply couldn’t resist taking a photograph.
As you will see my day was full of random moments of delight and twists and turns.
I hope you enjoyed the read as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Have any of you got any piercings? Want to share your tale!
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