Killed It

I am very good at killing jewelry.  I don’t do it on purpose.  I am just a fairly hands-on type of person in life.

I remember the first jewelry the hubster got me.  We had been dating for a few months and it was Christmas time.  He got me a sapphire set with a ring, earrings, and a necklace.  He told me how the sales lady at the jewelry store ensured him that I would love him forever with such a gift.  Of course I loved it.

One day at work, I broke the chain on the necklace.  I don’t remember if I ever found the stone.  A bit later I somehow bent the post to one of the earrings.  Over time I bent the ring in to an uncomfortable oval.

Currently, I am on my second wedding ring.  And I am breaking it.  The first wedding ring was nice.  It was retired for a variety of reasons.  When we chose ring #2, we had certain criteria in mind.  A big plus for this one was it’s more durable design.  The stone didn’t stick up by itself  too high – so there was less of a chance I’d catch it on things.  It seemed to have a good chance of lasting.  But now . . after years of living on my finger, there are loose stones, damaged prongs, and even the thick band has some considerable damage.  Do we fix it?  Or retire it next to the first ring in my jewelry box?

After a careful examination, I think this ring is done.  Sadly, I also had to retire my Mother’s Ring just months ago.

Overall I think this ring had a good run.  It lasted a decade.  That has to be like at least 50 years in normal ring lives!  In all honesty, it would probably be more practical for me to get a men’s ring.  But I don’t want to.

I also don’t want a diamond ring.  I’ve read enough about diamonds to know I don’t want one.  Maybe a vintage one would be ok.  But overall, I’m not interested.  A ring (even a wedding ring) is just a “thing” and it is definitely not worth all that goes on in the diamond industry.

After some searching, I think we found my wedding ring #3!  Hats off to the women who make jewelry last.  It doesn’t matter the grade, the cost, the material . . I will eventually damage it beyond belief.  At a current glance, my hands have 23 visible scars on them . . I’m not really what one would consider dainty.

Tonight I am thankful for finding wedding ring #3.  I won’t divulge too many details here.  I’ll just say, it fits in the budget.  It is a white sapphire.  And I’m hoping it will have a somewhat long and healthy life on my finger before it meets a certain death.  Ok, maybe that was dramatic.  How about . . . before it meets an early retirement due to certain and considerable injury!