I cannot be trusted with earrings.

Last week, I posted about how I lost one of my favorite earrings. I really appreciate the nice things I have and so I was just really upset with myself for losing it.

Well, Thursday night I lost another earring! From the pair I picked up at Anthropologie just two weeks ago!

I literally only walked to my car in the garage, pumped gas at the Shell on Jackson, and drove to my in laws' home (I stayed the night so I could avoid rush hour traffic for my talk at New Connections Academy's Career Day). My husband checked our building's hallway and parking garage. He even drove to the gas station and checked around that pump. My in laws helped me search my car. No earring in sight... and it's a dramatic style!

I literally was a hot mess. A hot, crying, and crazy mess. It might have to do with the fact that I'm recovering from surgery.

My mother in law is so wonderful... she asked for the one I had and took it to Anthropologie for replacements. So now I have a "spare."

No more earrings on my wishlist for a while! And I've been too afraid to wear anything but my diamond studs!