My Ring

When Christian and I had my engagement ring custom made (I got to design it), it ended up being a huge fiasco involving less-than-adequate service from a Vietnamese jewelry store and my well-meaning but meddling mom. A job that was supposed to take about a month ended up being a 3-month process. When we finally brought the ring home, I took the ring out of the box to show our friend Kevin. We accidentally dropped the ring on my parents’ living room floor and when we picked it up, one of the small cluster diamonds on one end of the ring went missing. We were all on our hands and knees searching for the tiny little diamond on my parents’ silver/blue/gray granite floor. When we finally found it, we promptly and frustratingly took it back to the jeweler to get it fixed.

2 1/2 years later, we still joke about the little side diamond going missing. Christian sometimes takes my hand and inspects the ring, half-jokingly. This Saturday, while we were out shopping, I casually looked at my ring and what did I see? It was what I didn’t see that angered me. I DIDN’T see one of the little cluster diamonds in my ring anymore! Turns out that the platinum setting cracked on the side that was holding the little guy in its place. I was PISSED. I sent the ring with my mom and she took it elsewhere to get it repaired. She brought it back today and it looks like new.

I’m glad that’s done and over with. *whew*