A Tiny Tiny Tale of Tiny Tiny Earrings
Usually I adore anything that can be described variously as enormous, mad, outré, outrageous, wild, bizarre, eccentric, quirky, whimsical and so on. Often friends, seeing some strange and indescribable item in a vintage store, will say to me, “You could get away with that Princess Tatiana.” (Sometimes they say, ‘your Royal Highness’.) I try to take that as a compliment – as I am quite certain it is meant.
But occasionally I like tiny little things too. Like these tiny, tiny stud earrings. I have collected a few pairs that suit me when I am in a rare wallflower mood. One day, many years ago now, a dish of these tiny little earrings fell into my bottomless laundry basket. I was aghast, for I was unable to find them all again.
It was not until years later, when I finally reached the bottom of the abyss that is the laundry basket (it was a veritable laundering miracle, one of those halcyon days when you have no housework to do) that I found the missing tiny tiny earrings. Joy!
Now I’m just waiting for a minimalist wallflower mood to unaccountably wash over me so I can wear a pair of them again …