earings

So I've written before on how much I love collecting things. Well its true. And I love collecting earrings. I don't think I even realized I collected them until a few months ago. But I love them. Big ones, shiny ones, glittery ones, wooden ones, pearl ones, gold ones, silver ones, yarn, tin, plastic, heavy, light, hoops, studs, you name it, I probably have it (or have, I lose almost everything I own). Anyways I love earrings. But more than I love earrings, I love the stories they tell. Where I got them or how I got them. Every time I look at some, it reminds of a time in my life, or a place I have been. Looking at my collection at the moment I see two pairs I picked up in Nicaragua, both handmade. I got them in a city square one afternoon where the locals gather daily to sell their handcrafted items. I actually got one of the pairs from my mom, but she didn't' want them, so now they're mine! Another I got on the same trip, only in Costa Rica in a little town known as Montezuma. My best friend and I drove a four wheeler down there from the town we lived in all summer. It was our last night in Costa Rica. Another pair I have are Fanta bottle caps. I got these in Spain, and I forever remember this trip as being one of the best summers of my life. Another pair my sister-in-law brought back from Africa. Their green and look like plastic, but evidently their cow bone. I know your thinking "ewwww", but you wouldn't even be able to tell if I wore them. Some I got in New York, some down the street, some my friends made, some have been broken and replaced. But i love them all, even though Ill probable lose the majority, but they will be replaced and I will still have the memories.