My Precious.

I love hearing about engagements. I love reading proposal stories and I love seeing how thought out, or how random and spontaneous, they are. In the midst of my latest quest to learn about all things wedding, I've been trawling through photography websites and I always (always!) end up hunting for the ring shots.

Rings are just so personal, you know? They are so different for everyone - there's no one perfect ring. The important stuff is what goes into the purchasing, creating or handing-down of the ring, and that's why they mean what they mean. But then there's the creation itself: what style, what size, what colour, what cost? For some, it's a whopping two-carat piece of bling. For others, it's a simple gold wedding band. Maybe it's both? Maybe it's neither.

I remember the first ring Jason gave me, as an anniversary present a good few years back. It was a beautiful ring, and one that I still own - a white gold band with a gorgeous little diamond stone. I remember sometimes, on the sly of course, parading around with it on my left hand, trying it on for size and seeing what it felt like to have a ring there. I remember thinking how perfect it was, and wishing that it was an engagement ring.

And more recently in my 'woe! I am not engaged yet' phase, I remember hunting down my future non-existant engagement ring. I found one I liked on the internet and eventually went and checked it out in person. In more than one store. On more than one occasion. In more than one continent. (What? We were in the vicinity of Tiffany & Co on 5th Avenue! How could I not check it out!)

If you're curious, this is the ring I lusted over for a very long time.

I know what you're thinking, right? Bling! High hopes much? But believe it or not, I'm not a big girly girl. I didn't specifically want a ring from that store. I just liked the style, and figured it was a starting point. I saved it to my bookmarks. I may have even dropped the occasional subtle (?) hint every now and again. I think I may have even dragged Jase into the Bond St store here in London, casually hinting that 1-carat would be just fine, thanks.

(Oh my goodness, just typing that makes me feel like such a cow. I had no shame!)

It's not the ring that I'm wearing on my finger right now.

The boy tells me that he went and checked out my dream ring and wasn't that impressed with it in person. He then went on to choose one that he liked, and that he thought I'd like too. I have loads of people asking me how he chose it, and at the end of the day - it was all him. I think that's what I love the most. I love that he knew me well enough to know I'd love the ring, regardless of me never laying eyes on it before.

At the end of the day, whether he proposed to me with my dream ring or with a token gesture, my response would have been exactly the same: something along the lines of 'OH MY GOD! ARE YOU SERIOUS? OH MY GOD. QUICK! PUT IT AWAY!' (We were standing near water, people. I was terrified it was going to fling off my hand and into the murky depths, or something.)

I got my token gesture. I wore my £10 ring with pride while my official ring was resized. For nearly three months, I proudly flashed that hand and shared our happy news.

The rest is history.

My engagement ring is the perfect fit for me - in all senses of the word.



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9 comments:

Britt said...

I love rings too, and all the stories behind them. I think yours is stunning. :)

Jess said...

Your ring is beautiful! I love it! I agree that engagement rings are just so personal. I gave Torsten a lot of input with mine, and some people think that would ruin it all for them, but for us it was perfect. And continues to be so.

kirby said...

I love your ring. It sparkles so! It really does suit you. I love stuff like that, that other people pick out for you. But when other people pick stuff out it can sometimes go very, very wrong. But then you're kind of forced to wear that horrible thing just to make them happy and blah blah blah. I'm glad Jason has taste. OH WELL OF COURSE HE DOES, he's only marrying my BFF!
You know my favourite pandora charm is still the dinosaur you picked for me. :)

~Mum~ said...

OH he did much better than the one you picked LOL

Kelly said...

Gotta say I love Jase's pick more!
My engagement ring is a joint pick... I said I liked the style, and he agreed and went and got it. Not quite as blingy as yours, but it suits me to a t.

And I love that cherry photo!

terra said...

So beautiful! I think it's wonderful that he knew you'd love it without you ever needing to see it!

katelin said...

aw yay, it's back and sized! and i love the picture, so perfect and cute.

Katie said...

I'm so picky about engagement rings and yours is absolutely beautiful! Love the photo with the cherry - so cute. :)

Dale-Lyn said...

My original engagement ring is actually a pushbike as I needed the pushbike at the time more then a ring. Then one day we were passing a jewellery shop and there was my dream ring a heart shaped diamond. We went in and it didn't fit and it was a little bit out of our price range so we looked at another and it fitted and it was the right price it wasn't until a few years later we talked about the ring and I had always thought that dh liked the ring and he had always thought I liked it. Doesn't matter now as it was cut off my finger 20 years ago and never repaired. So for our 25th wedding anniversary I am getting a full set of rings of my choice.





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