Buying the ultimate sparkler

Well I finally chose the ring of my dreams and… it is mine! My chivalrous husband slapped down the cash and I am the owner of a Deco style brilliant cut diamond (superbly sparkly) claw set with grain set surrounding in 18k white gold.

This exquisite piece of jewellery has got me ridiculously excited – but wouldn’t you know it there is always a snag. The engagement ring that was 12 years coming (refer to earlier blogs for that story) is mine technically although it is NOT on my finger yet! Wouldn’t you know it having skinny fingers means adjustments have to be made. I thought that today I would get the call and drive with intense purpose to the shop and rush back in a frenzy to show off to all and sundry. However the disappointing fact is that whoever it is at the jewellery shop that toils away fixing oversized rings is busy busy busy right now. Easter’s coming, short week, HUGE back log.. blah blah blah! Grrrr! So frustrating! I am literally dying to have it on my finger and have done my nails a stunning metallic soft pink colour to perfectly set off the sparkle and glimmer.

I need to learn Buddhist like patience. – and if I was really enlightened I would learn not to get so over excited about material possessions. As if…

Until next time - when hopefully I will have a shinny ring on my finger!

Bling Bling

Did I mention I was married 12 years ago? – Because the funny thing is that it is only now that I am researching and buying my engagement ring! Well things can be a tad disordered like that in life, extenuating circumstances and all that. Here’s why:

As stated in a previous post, at the time that I was actually engaged I saw myself as funky and alternative. I wasn’t convinced that the ring was entirely necessary in order to prove our love. Surely that was a daggy tradition. Plus let’s be really honest gorgeous rings with divine unfeasibly shiny and desirable diamonds, rubies or sapphires cost a BOMB! At the time we had between us 3 young children aged 5-7 yrs. We thought of their education, their years of needs and of the fab family holidays we would have to sacrifice if we blew all our dosh on a bit of bling. But secretly I envied the flashy brilliance of the gleaming sparkly rings on the fingers of co-workers, girlfriends, even my Mum!! (one shouldn’t envy one’s Mum!)

Imagine the shock and delirious delight when my husband suggested that after 12 years he was going to get me “the ring”! He’d always felt a bit bad about not doing it and here it was our anniversary. He didn’t trust himself to choose it - or rather he did but he considered that such an outlay of $ should really meet the wearer’s requirements! Wow! Now we can go ring shopping. I am like a newly engaged gal – flipping through the magazines, sketching the ideas. Should we have it specially made or should we just find one and buy it? Such massive decisions to be made. It’s as tricky as couture v off their rack. Style wise I have little fingers so it can’t be too “Liz Taylorish” in magnitude. (for those who don’t know, the multi-married Liz had a penchant for HUGE rocks!). It must be delicate and pretty and fabulous. Isn’t this fun? Just an aside to readers who are looking for a ring – how glorious are they?? Diamonds really do sparkle more beautifully than anything. Now I know why so many have to have a diamond. All those different cuts – princess cut, brilliant cut etc and the diamond weight, the carats – the clarity (that’s how pure the diamond is). This is all new and fascinating info! Then what about the setting - white gold, pave (a cluster of diamonds), bezel, claw – it sounds like a scary movie but you need to learn all the lingo. Precious stones are an option and can be gorgeous. Styles are varied. You can choose Art deco, antique Victorian or cutting edge modern.
This will take time but I am loving it!! Why did I think it was daggy?

Kirstie!