Monday, June 25, 2007

The Story of the Ring (con't)

A ring. A symbol of love. The symbol of an everlasting circle. The diamond ring. A symbol of just how much he loves you. A broken diamond ring. A symbol of just how much a pain it is to get one of these things right. The ring, not the relationship. He’s still very much the right one.

In the big picture, the search for the ring is a cakewalk compared to finding the giver of the ring, but seriously, is there a bride out there who has had as many issues with her ring as I have?

Let me recap. I stupidly decided I HAD to choose my ring. Just HAD to. Then I realized that there is a reason brides don’t do this. Guilt. When I saw those price tags, I envisioned a new car. And a car is much, much bigger than a ring. Then I had to have an organic looking ring made by an independent jeweler. Of course the jeweler I picked is in CANADA so we paid FedEx TWICE to look at the ring. And FedEx to Canada isn’t cheap. Then, in a moment of clarity, I found the setting I wanted just two miles from home. We bought it, and sent it off to New York to have a diamond from a dealer set in it. My brother flew it out here (I’m skipping about a million steps in between like my friend taking it out to Brooklyn so my brother could bring it to me), and Ta-DA! I had a gorgeous ring with a stunning diamond. I was ecstatic. I FINALLY felt like a bride and had a shiny ring to show off.

Then, TRAGEDY. I was doing extreme power lounging on the couch last night while watching bad reality television. In a power lounging readjustment I felt the weight on my hand change. I looked down, expecting to see a loose diamond freed from the shackles of an engagement ring setting. But no, I saw the WHOLE SETTING broken off of the ring. BROKEN. SNAPPED. NO LONGER WEARABLE.

My sweet, concerned fiancĂ© noted that I shouldn’t have put all my weight on it when I changed positions. I AM ON A COUCH ON PILLOWS. I BRUSHED MY HAND ACROSS A PILLOW. A PILLOW!!!! And the bloody thing broke. Correct me if I am wrong, but isn’t this ring supposed to last me until I DIE? Clearly, I’m going to do a lot more than lay on the couch before I die.

Why does this have to happen three days before I fly to Colorado for my friends’ wedding and showing off my ring? Really, WHY??? At least it didn’t happen three days before OUR wedding. A small glimmer of light.

Look, girls! Check out my fancy ring!

3 comments:

Heidi said...

Oh
My
God
i can't believe it broke like that. so lucky you didn't lose it outright!

Living In Him said...
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Living In Him said...

WOW! That is a tragedy. So what's next? Man, my boyfriend and I are preparing for an engagement. Well that sounds a little scheduled. We are thinking about it alot. And me, I fell in LOVE with a cartier ring. The chances of getting it. You already know, and you dont even know me. LOL. but i told him to be creative, and that I would happily except anything from his heart. But it would be nice to have a ring like the one I'm in love with. here it is in case you'd like to know what it looks like: WOW! That is a tragedy. So what's next? Man, my boyfriend and I are preparing for an engagement. Well that sounds a little scheduled. We are thinking about it alot. And me, I feel in LOVE with a cartier ring. The chances of getting it. You already no, and you dont even know me. LOL. but i told him to be creative, and that I would happily take anything from his heart. But it would be nice to have a ring like the one I'm in love with. here it is in case you'd like to know what it looks like: http://www.cartier.com/bridal/tpl_catalogue.php?t=1&nav=ficheprod&ref=N4189400&cc=us&codeLang=en&