For at least the past eight years I've worn the same pair of earrings -- small silver hoops that I never take out. Used to have other, multiple, ear piercings but they're gone now that I'm on old frump. Kinda wish they weren't gone, but such is what happens when you take earrings out and never put them in again.
This morning I removed the small silver hoops and put in different earrings. I walked into the kitchen, and kiddo #2 looked up and said, "Mama! You look so fancy!" Both of the offspring were shocked and amazed as I'm not sure either has ever seen me with dangly things in the ears.
So, here you go -- "fancy" me cell-phoned in my office tonight:
For this I got a Ph.D.? Shouldn't I be cranking out those academic papers instead of engaging in autonarcissism? At least I'm sorta smiling since I'd just finished Thursday evening class in a mighty fine manner if I do say so myself. And, now that I've shared my final self-portrait moment (365 days lasted all of 19) I'm off to figure out what will happen in 9AM class tomorrow. I think we're going to go multimedia since the so-called doctora won't have finished the readings herself.