For my first mothers day, I made sure Bear knew I expected a fuss to be made. I even outlined how my day must be spent, starting with fresh whip cream and peaches. It was a good thing I was so demanding because my normally incredibly thoughtful husband was fully prepared to drop the ball on that one, so my demanding behavior/articulating my needs narrowly avoided an epic disaster.
He came through with an excellent present. He went to an antique jewelry store over on PCH and found me a vintage white gold ring with a huge garnet and little diamonds on the side. Normally I prefer to go with artificial stones for many reasons: the quality is so good now that no one on the street could tell the difference, it’s ridiculously cheaper, I’m not contributing to an artificially inflated consumer culture, and I’m not contributing to the tragically corrupt diamond trade. But since this is a vintage ring, I can rationalize all my objections and just enjoy the sparkly.
Bear chatted up the lady at the store and she decided to give him a special little ring box for our special occasion. The whole thing measures maybe an inch and a quarter and has the tiniest little clasp I’ve ever seen. I have no idea what to do with it, but something about it just cheers me, so even though I’m totally anti trinkets, it’s just sitting around on my desk collecting dust.
You didn't show a picture of the ring!!! I feel jipped! Did you know that Stacey and Kristi have blogs? I just found out – I have a link to them from my site if you want to see what they are up too!
I have to agree with Jess-show us the bling bling!