Two weeks ago I was having a casual conversation with Adam when I asked him whether or not he'd mind if I got my nose pierced. He shrugged with a smile and told me that I could if I wanted to.
So I did.
I had originally planned just to go to the piercing place and inquire about it, see how much it would cost, whether I needed to book etc. but then when I was there I just sort of did it.
And it was such a good decision!
Here is the high quality selfie you've all been waiting for.
This was one of approximately a million selfies I took straight after getting it done, this one of the square on, pursed lips variety.
I really, really wanted to get a nose ring but for some reason everything I found online suggested that I should get a stud to start with. However, when I braved the scary staircase in Third Eye up to the piercing shop, the woman reassured me that I could just go right ahead and get a ring.
So I did.
And it really, really hurt. My eyes were literally streaming afterwards, but it was definitely not unbearable.
My main concern was whether I could really pull off a nose ring. Don't you have to be super-cool and edgy? Would I need to purchase a full wardrobe of urban outfitters and cut in a blunt fringe? Any hope of suddenly becoming the brooding, edgy instagram queen was destroyed the moment Adam walked into our house and I bounced around excitedly with a cheshire-cat grin on my face asking him repeatedly if I was edgy yet.
But luckily for me, it still suits a smile.