Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Sick Ring

My poor wedding band is sick.


I was adjusting my rings a couple of days ago when I noticed a GAPING HOLE in my wedding band.


I said "What the hell?!" a couple of times before chasing Gary down, putting my hand in front of his eyes and saying "Do you see this?! What the hell?!"


Gary then pointed out that it was bad that I already had diamonds falling out of my wedding band, considering i've only been wearing it for a month.


WHAT THE HELL?!


I had thought one of the diamonds in my band had looked wonky when we bought it, but my eyes are also wonky, so I just chalked it up to near sightedness.


Gary took my ring in yesterday to get it fixed, and after examining it they found out that the diamond next to the gaping hole was also loose. Did they give me the most banged up ring they could find or something? I know I didn't knock them loose; if i've managed to make it for over a year with my raised solitaire setting engagement ring still intact without lobbing it off somehow in my clumsy splendor, then I can't be responsible for some tiny-ass inset diamonds falling out of my wedding band.


Luckily we have the lifetime warranty so fixing it is free.


The sad thing is that now i'm not sure when i'll get it back. The jewelry people estimated a week or two, but said it may be after Christmas before I can pick it up. My engagement ring is without its new buddy, and even after a month of wearing my wedding band, my hand feels weird with it gone. I don't like taking it off, let alone giving it over to someone for an open-ended length of time.
Gary feels the same in a sense. A cousin asked to see his ring while we were all at lunch over the weekend and he gave it to him. He slipped the ring on his finger before Gary realized, and when he looked up and noticed his cousin was wearing it, he said it bothered him and he asked for it back. I get that. I feel that way too. Our rings were bought specifically to put on each other's fingers to symbolize our commitment to one another as husband and wife. When someone else tries one of them on it feels like... a desecration. That is definitely too strong a word, but I don't know how else to describe it.



By the way, what is it with people trying on other people's rings/glasses, etc? I can get the glasses thing somewhat, it can be amusing to see the difference in eyesight among the visually impaired, but rings? I don't get 'ring trying'. I have tiny fingers. Smaller than your average. And people know this, so i'm always apprehensive when people want to 'see' my rings (that's another thing that took a while to pick up in the U.S.; people would ask, 'hey, can I see that pen?', at which point i'd hold it out to them to look at. I quickly learned that 'let me see' meant 'let me borrow', although why not ask the question you want answered in the first place?) because I know it won't fit the majority of people and people always seem to want to see how far they can jam your ring on their finger, seemingly in an attempt to get it good and stuck so they can steal your bling.


I just really want my ring back for Christmas. It'll be my first Christmas as a wife, spending it with my new husband, and I want it sitting back on my finger where it belongs.

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