I have this odd paranoia. I cannot leave the house without earrings of some kind in my ears. I can, when forced at gunpoint, leave without makeup. Or maybe even clothes! But I cannot leave without earrings.

I also have this odd habit of losing earrings. Not both. Just one. Which results in this entire One Earring Collection. I think I will donate it to the Smithsonian when I become famous. You know, like I thought was a work of art or something. One more thing to prove my mounting insanity.

Another instance of my insanity is the situation wherein I buy antique earrings that are clip-on's. I mean. I lose pierced earrings. Why wouldn't I lose a bit of metal which is precariously clinging to my ear by a failing clip?

Yes. Why wouldn't I?

So. If you happen to see a antique cameo earring lying in the middle of the road, let me know. Until then, it is partying hard with about forty-three other single earrings.

An obvious reflection of the state of their owner.