It has become the symbol of love, devotion, and promise of fidelity forever. And the styles of rings vary as much as the people who buy them and wear them! You've got your simple, small wedding band folks, and you've got your 17 carat diamond rings that come with their own time zone folks.
I'll tell you, when we first started entertaining the idea of maybe getting hitched, I never thought I'd be emotional about a ring. I honestly didn't really even care that much. Only that it shouldn't make my sausage fingers look even more sausagey than they already do. That's not a lot of criteria when it comes to wedding rings. I know. I've been educated.
The day we went to look for a ring also happened to be the day after one of my dearest friend's wedding. Which was just coincidence, really. We just both happened to be in the same place at the same time. MacGyver works swing shift/nights, and I work in the day. We also live about 70 miles from civilization. So being in the same place at the same time in the city during business hours takes nothing short of an act of Congress.
It started as an innocent trip to the Verizon store to check out new phones. MacGyver is due for an upgrade and we figured we'd poke around before heading back home to the boonies. We spent a few minutes there ogling the new iPhones, until I felt a strong urge to release my inner Veruca Salt (..."but I want an new iPhone, NOW!"). It's this sort of behavior that makes MG pretend he doesn't know me and hightail it out of establishments such as these. I don't understand him sometimes.
Anyway.
In the same strip mall complex thing was a jewelry store. MG hesitated by the car for a moment, and then nodded his head in the direction of the store and said, "let's go in there for a minute."
Are you ready for it?
(snicker...)
Hahahaha...tee hee hee...hehehehehe...
Hoo.
Okay, I'm done. Sorry, I can't help myself.
Anyway, the jewelry store happened to be a Jared jewelry store. So we went in (TO JARED!). And were promptly, and thoroughly, molested by the staff. Would we like a cappuccino? Could they escort us around the each display case in the store? Was there something specific we were looking for? Would we be interested in providing our names, addresses, phone numbers and social security numbers? WOULD WE LIKE TO COME HOME WITH THEM AND BE BEST FRIENDS FOREVER?!?!?!
We left about thirty seconds later.
After going out to lunch and discussing this a little more, we decided to go to another store in town that seemed like it might be slightly less pretentious than going TO JARED!
We headed over the west corner of highway 217 and Scholls Ferry Rd to a place that is open Monday through Friday till 8, Saturday and Sunday till 5.
(Did you catch that? I'm so clever.)
As soon as we walked into the Shane Company we knew we were in the right place. These were our kind of people here. The salesman who approached us (after giving us about 5 or 6 minutes to acclimate ourselves) was extremely laid back and acted like he could really care less if we bought something from him or not. In other words, he was our new best friend forever.
He asked us if we had anything in mind, and I pointed out a few rings that I fancied. He said he'd give us a few minutes to poke around and he'd go gather a few rings he thought we might like based on what I pointed out. I distinctly remember walking around those glass cases and thinking that several of the rings were very pretty, and if we were really LOOKING, looking, I might like to have a closer look-see.
Then the sales guy came back with three rings. AND YOU GUYS. Sitting on that little velvet tray was one of the most exquisite diamond rings I've ever seen. MacGyver immediately picked it up and said, "this is the one." Just like that. Like it was a no-brainer.
I mean, don't get me wrong, it was breathtaking. But we're talking about something I'm supposed to wear forever. Something like that deserves a bit more thought, right? I mean, that's like walking into a tattoo parlor in New Orleans one night in the middle of Mardi Gras, drunk out of your mind, and saying I want a tattoo of Tony the Tiger to cover my entire torso. Because that's something you'll definitely still want when you're 80 and wrinkly.
Sales Guy asked if there were other rings I had seen that I wanted to look at. I knew there were. I remember seeing them. But as I walked around the cases, I could't find any that were even remotely as pretty as the one I'd just seen. I couldn't find any of the ones I remember liking before.
So Sales Guy took us back to the tray with the pretty ring in it, and put a diamond in the middle of it. I saw what MacGyver already was seeing. And he was right. This was the one. THE ONE. I got a little emotional about it too! I was shocked at myself! It's just a ring! But it's The Ring.
The One Ring to Rule Them All.
The One Ring to Rule Them All.
Sales Guy went to go find Sales Girl who was apparently going to show us various diamonds we could purchase. That was an interesting experience as well. Who knew there could be such variation in little, tiny rocks that were exactly the same size?
Kind of like people, I suppose.
(That was your Touchy-Feely Moment of the Day. Brought to you by the Sales Girl at the Shane Company. And Tony the Tiger.)
After looking through a few different diamonds, MacGyver picked one (the man has exceptional taste!) and I agreed it was lovely. But alas, given the nature of my aforementioned sausage fingers, the ring had to be special ordered. So we won't get it for 6-8 weeks. We're currently in week 2, and my inner Veruca is threatening a jailbreak.
I'll post photos when it arrives.
Until then...
Princess Kisses,
AB
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