Twelve memorable moments - Take one - January

So I'm a bit late with the uploading but here is Januarys memorable moment... Firstly, for those who cannot be bothered to click all the way over to Twelve memorable moment of 2014 page here is the update...

 I decided to do a sort of bucket list for the year 2014. One thing a month that I haven't done before, that is memorable or can be classed as an achievement. I want to end the year with 12 key things to be proud about, to look back at as deafeningly happy moments.

So the first month. Ah the world is my oyster! (sorry I love that phrase) What could I possibly do?

Well I feel now maybe I exhausted myself early but either way, Im so chuffed. Ok, Im 23 and a complete virgin. Nope, I'm not talking about the birds and the bees, that definitely isn't your business. Im talking piercings. Sharp needles, holes in weird places.

Until January 2014 I have been metal, pierced, needle free. Not out of fear or protest, to be honest.... complete laziness. I begged my mum for years in primary school to get some glitzy studs but she told me I had to wait till I was a big girl....until senior school. I guess by then the novelty wore off and I 'CBA' as I probably said back then (ok, you got me, I still say it now). I just never was really bothered and I think I had a little fear of being the 1/100 people that get their earing caught on something and suffering a long, painful death of some sort.

So January 2014 came and I thought...YOLO. Yup, sorry, I really did.

And did I good. BOOYAH, two piercings. Yup, not one, two people! Check out the bad boys.

So for those still with me and want the story...one wonderful Saturday I casually asked the good people of Facebook to recommend the best piercing palour in town and I can say, they chose good. I went straight to the place of choice (a suspicious tattoo shop down a side street at the bottom of town) with my mum. Yes, Im so rock and roll.

I'll give it to the guy. He waited a good 3 minutes before questioning the inevitable... Why so long? Why now? And in cool, casual tone I replied 'Why not brother?' (Ok, not brother but you get the jist).

And within a few squinting minutes later, tadah! Hey presto. I am now, pierced! Not going to lie, it felt quite liberating for a small country girl like myself. The adrenaline was pretty fun, which I think now worries my poor mother after being left for too long alone amongst the beef men tattooing only god knows what.

But I did it, I achieved what seemed the unachievable. Dreams really do  come true people....