The Ring

The story of the ring is mildly amusing. Amusing in the sense the ring I got was the ring I insisted I did not want.

 

You see, I absolutely had my heart set on a ring that looked like this:

 

Harry Winston Engagement Rings

 

 B was well aware of the fact that this is the style ring I wanted (I literally quizzed him about it).

 

It all started one day a long time ago when he and I had gone to look at rings. We went to one of those big-box retailers (I'm sure you can guess which one) and it was a terrible experience. We felt pressured to buy even though we had insisted that we were only looking. Our consultant showed us 5 different rings...all the same style. Granted, I didn't speak up, but I wanted to try on several styles to see what I liked. The one style I did try on was a solitaire on a diamond band, like this:

 

Robins Brothers

 

 Maybe because my experience wasn't great, but right then and there I declared that I wanted a halo setting with a cushion cut diamond.

 

Many, many months later, and unbeknownst to me, B had started shopping for diamonds and looking at settings. I was aware that he was talking to some diamond wholesalers, but he had told me that we would make a decision on a diamond together, at a much later date. It was during this time that he started feeling me out to make sure he knew what I wanted, and on several occasions he tried to see if I would ever go for a solitaire with no halo. He showed me pictures of his "newly engaged coworker's ring" (there was no coworker) that was a solitaire cushion cut diamond on a narrow micro-pave band. My response:

 

"Its lovely. But not for me."

 

Again, unbeknownst to me, B had already bought the ring. The one like "his coworkers". He panicked. He didn't have the ring in his possession yet, but I'm sure it was paid for partially if not in full, and he had his plan to propose while we were in Denver a few weeks later. And here I am telling him that I wouldn't want that ring.

 

Of course, NOW I feel terrible...but he know what he was getting himself into.

 

So, fast forward to the day he proposes, and I see the ring for the first time. I will admit that I immediately noticed that there was no halo. And I hate to admit that for a sliver of a second I felt a pang of dissapointment. But then I put the ring on, and it was (and still is) gorgeous. B has definitely outdone himself. It was so much more than I expected and I have sense never thought that I would prefer a halo.

 

My ring. The camera adds 10 pounds.

 

Ultimately he decided to go with the solitaire because he felt that the halo setting was very trendy. During his research he had read that halo's had become popular because of the recession - you could buy a smaller stone and put a halo around it to make it appear bigger (hence why I liked it so much!). But B is very classic in his taste, which I appreciate. He wanted to make sure he got me something that I would still love 20, 30, 40 years from now. Something that wouldn't go out of style.

 

I also love that it's something that B loves as well. I mean, I'm sure it was a pretty penny (he reminds me all the time that there is a used car on my hand). When I catch him staring at it from time to time, I can just tell that he is so proud of it. He put a lot of love into it, and it shows.