The time I went all hippie. At nearly 30.

A few of you requested a picture of the nose ring that I talked about in post a bit back, and like a good blogger, I aim to please.

Yes, I'm almost 30 and did something this silly. Judge away!

There is a backstory, of course--my college roommate got one 1,000 years ago, and I always thought they were cute. My BFF has one. Etc, etc. But, it's no secret that I detest my nose--yay Scottish genetics! So I always thought I couldn't pull it off.

Welp, when Molls and I were in Brighton, which is basically England's version of San Francisco, we passed so many little tattoo/piercing places, I told her we should pop in and I'd finally do it--since I was going to be a hippie crunchy granola yoga teacher and all. And she encouraged it of course! Ha. We were tight on time in Brighton and decided we'd rather see the city, if we had time, we'd do it on the way back to the train.

And then, two days later, walking around Soho, I did it. Because I am nothing if not silly and impulsive! Then we had a Whole Foods picnic in our hotel room, saw Les Mis and my girl Sierra Boggess at The Queen's Theatre, and stayed up too late.

Standard.

And that is how this nose hating, Burberry wearing, Princess Kate obsessed, almost 30 year old ended up getting her nose pierced in England. Because WHY NOT?!

Do you have any holiday piercings or tattoos? Any permanent souvenirs?

Also, my parents will disown me. Oops.