My wedding ring broke two weeks ago. If you follow me on The Twitter (@averagesupermom) you would probably know all about it. Apparently, I managed to break the entire center diamond, setting and all, right off the bridal set. Yes, it is 15 years old, but come on, shouldn’t these things be more durable? The craziest part is that the diamond was found two days after I noticed it was missing.
It was ballet class night and Ava was being particularly difficult. She never wants to go, but loves it when she gets there. Needless to say, getting her dressed was not working according to plan. There was crying and flailing and spanking (some of that was her, some me). As I was wrestling on her little pink tights, she wriggled over to her bed and grabbed something from beneath it.
“Mommy, what’s this earring doing under my bed?” she said.
She had found the diamond still attached to its prongs.
I was excited because the thought of dropping several thousand dollars on a replacement ring wasn’t all that appealing.
I was not excited because the thought of getting a new, bigger and shinier diamond was very appealing.
The next day I asked around to see if anyone recommended a jeweler and got a few good names. I even went into one place to try and get it fixed. Of course, Ava was being crazy that day and we left almost immediately after walking in to the store.
It still isn’t fixed, two weeks later.
You see, my wedding ring is pretty. It was way more than we could afford 16 years ago when it was purchased. The quality of the diamonds are very nice. But, my taste has changed. No longer do I like the trendy marquis of the mid-‘90s with the bold gold setting. I like bigger, sparklier things with more class and longevity.
Like this:
A nice big, fat yellow citrine. Kinda looks like a Jolly Rancher.
Or this:
Tasteful, yet sufficiently blingy.
So, while I procrastinate on getting my real ring fixed, I’m thoroughly enjoying my temporary bling. But I’m not enjoying my old lady hands. I’m only 35! Geez, what is up with that?!
I like the second one. A nice big princess cut diamond.
Such a conundrum … you have superb taste, but I have to admit I like the second one best. I can’t believe you managed to find your original diamond … that’s incredible!
Well, Ava found the diamond. You know what a rock star she is… 🙂
I’m with Jenny: I can’t believe you found your diamond. Thank goodness it broke inside your house – and that Ava’s wriggliness and eagle eyes allowed her to see it. Come to think of it, I wear the same diamond earrings every day (a wedding present from my parents). I dropped one once and found it days later on my bathroom floor. Maybe some things aren’t meant to be lost!
Hi Kristen! I still haven’t gotten my ring fixed. Ha!!
I love the 2nd picture. As for hands, you and I are the same age. I was contemplating my hands the other day. I was sad that they’re looking a little worse for wear. Then, I remembered all of the things they had done. And I felt better. 🙂
My hands have done all kinds of things, too. I definitely agree with you on that one.