A few weeks ago R. and I both got our earlobes pierced—her second set, my first. It hurt less than I expected, less for sure than facial laser treatment. It was the same shop on Telegraph where I first went with Lauren in 1998, and it seemed not to have changed at all, though it must have been darker and smokier once upon a time. They used a needle, very clean, and sold us a bottle of potassium sorbate solution; every night before bed, R. calls out, Mum, it’s time to do our ears, and we go swab them. I guess it’s working. My little titanium-and-turquoise studs remain in place.
Often this comes after an hour or two of anime, which has gotten easier since R. got old enough to read subtitles without effort. We’ve been through K-On!, Fruits Basket, Little Witch Academia, Girls & Panzer, Full Metal Alchemist (both versions), A Place Farther Than the Universe, and might try The Ancient Magus’ Bride next. We do have fun.
