Those became my signature earrings, and I wore them every day since. Until last week. I'd gone out for dinner with friends, and during the evening I reached up to touch my earlobe and one earring was gone. We searched the restaurant in vain. I felt bereft. Next day, I went to see my friend Esmaeil, showed him my orphan earring and the mould, and told him my tale of woe. I then stayed home for a whole week. Going outside without my earrings felt like it must feel to go out without teeth. Today I went to Esmaeil again....and once again I have two earrings.
The funniest part is that 30 years of wearing the same earrings has dulled the hammer finish on my original earring. The hammer finish on the new one is still crisp and bright. So if you see me rubbing one earlobe, it won't be for luck. I've got nearly 30 years of erosion to catch up on.
|My Gold Earrings (c) Estate of Ivaan Kotulsky|
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