But I was saved when my darling husband got me a new ring for my birthday in November. Unfortunately it was the wrong size and it has been just sitting in my jewelry box for the last few months. Because we are lazy people and didn't get around to taking it in to get re-sized until recently. And of course the jeweler at the place we got it was on vacation and we had to wait a few weeks to get it taken care of (worth it to get the free re-sizing rather than taking it to another jeweler, but still...). The job is done now, though. I picked it up today and am finally wearing a ring on my wedding finger again.
Trevor had hinted that I might be getting a new ring before my birthday and when the day came I remember thinking "Gah, I didn't really give him any guidelines.I should've told him that I don't want a diamond ring. As fond as I am of tradition, they're overpriced and colorless is so bland. I should've told him I don't want a round stone because there are so many more interesting cuts out there. I should've told him I don't want anything too sparkly. I know plenty of people like the sparkle, but it's too flashy for me."
Trevor was way ahead of me, though. With no guidelines whatsoever, he picked out a ring that I love love love. My man knows his woman.
Citrine is my birthstone and a color that I'm quite fond of. And I didn't even realize how much I love pear-cut stones until I got this ring. I feel like it suits me perfectly.
And if you think my hand looks awkward and the ring looks blurry in the above photo, you should see the thirty other shots I tried. This is the best me and my camera can do.
