Hi, hope everyone is having an amazing start to the week so far.
When I got engaged, lovely Debs asked me to write blog posts about what it feels like to be engaged and I wondered what I would possibly blog about until this incident occurred.
My lovely fiance bought me the perfect engagement ring and I absolutely love it. The thing is, before I got engaged, even now, I knew/know nothing about diamonds or rings. I just wanted something that was timeless and that was what I got, although I must say it is a rock!
Most people who have seen my ring love it and say he did a great job picking the ring himself. But I have never heard anyone say to a newly engaged person “Oh boy, that ring is foul! What was he thinking?” Everyone oohs and ahhs about the ring and yes, I am guilty of doing the same to other women too. Like I said, I had no idea what an expensive ring looked like or what the 4 c’s to a diamond meant physically, so every engagement ring was perfect and beautiful to me, and well sometimes, I lied! 😦
So obviously, every girl says they have the perfect ring and I have no objections to that. However, what I do not appreciate is picking on my ‘pinkie’. YES! My ring has a name! I think it is very distasteful and simply low of a lady!
So the story goes like this: My pinkie was sitting gently, sparkling away and causing no trouble, when this newly engaged lady started blabbing about her ring and how her fiance got it perfect… yadeyah. Now, I’m sitting there genuinely thinking “aww that is sweet”, despite the fact over the course of the time I have known her, she has ermmm… For lack of a better word, rubbed me up the wrong way! Basically, I won’t be calling her my friend any time soon. Anyway, she went on to guess how many carats the diamond on my ring was. I was genuinely fascinated because she was only 0.05 of a carat out. I asked her how she knew and she said she had always been particular about rings and her fiance got her a smaller stone but it is perfect because he had a budget he was working with and he had to compromise between getting her a flawless stone or more carats… Blah blah BLAH!
At this point I am thinking… “who cares?” Plus she doesn’t know whether or not my ring is flawless, but I am not going to sit down and discuss my pinkie with her because I don’t think it is a good use of my time. She went on to say “…anything bigger would have been excessive, it would look out of place… etc etc…” Hello!!! Because pinkie is bigger than yours, you’re saying it is excessive?? *sigh* I made no comment, I let it slide because I know that my pinkie is beautiful and compliments me just fine!
Word to the wise: if you don’t have anything nice to say about someone’s engagement ring, don’t say anything at all! This is war! RING WAR!
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