I am not going to tell you about how my kids slept the best they've slept in months at my PARENTS' house Friday night. And how Phillip and I had the Best! Day! Ever! all by ourselves. And how we have our kids back and neither of them will eat dinner because they are too busy making us deaf with the whining and we are putting them to bed early BECAUSE THAT IS HOW WE WILL SURVIVE.
No, I am going to tell you about how I almost bought myself a supah blingy diamond ring today.
I am in the market for a new engagement ring setting. Sort of. See I have this fab anniversary band, the ring I always wanted, seen here:
Before that I was wearing a diamond solitaire (diamond from my mother-in-law's engagement ring (her first one, she has since, ah, Traded Up)) and a plain wedding band ($40, purchased in a Let's Just Get One So We Can All Get Out Of This Store huff). There is a long-ish story (which I may or may not have written here, I can't remember, too lazy to look) about my rings and how I got them and what I wanted and then what I found out I really wanted ETC. ETC. ETC. did you know people don't believe you when you say you're engaged unless you have a big rock on your finger? Seriously! MOVING ON.
Anyway. I liked my old rings but I LOVE my new ring. I immediately switched out the old for new and only broke out the engagement ring when I dressed up. Those rings are now at least two sizes too big for me (thank you South Beach Diet!) and I never wear them anymore because they slide off when I walk.
I originally passed on an engagement ring (see: long-ish story) but I happen to HAVE one and I 1) wish that it fit and 2) wish that it looked better with my new wedding band. It doesn't look bad and it'd look better if I got it sized and I'm not into matchy matchy wedding sets, but I don't know. Something about the roundedness of my engagement ring and the straight lines of my band just look off. And I'm a straight lines and right angles kind of girl so... perhaps I am in the market.
I've been informing Phillip that part of Hot By Thirty is rings that fit. Yesterday I went to one of the mall jewelry stores to find out how much that might cost me, and instead of finding out I was told to come back tomorrow (today) because they'd be having a DIAMOND SHOW! with lots of NEW SETTINGS! and wouldn't that be SUCH FUN! Um, yes? My sisters were around to watch TV during naptime so I could drag Phillip to the mall and I was soooo excited.
Phillip, need I even tell you, was not. He was not prepared to 1) spend more than ten minutes inside a jewelry store or 2) spend more than ten dollars inside a jewelry store or 3) look at more than ten I mean ONE ring. I pooh poohed all of this of course because hadn't we been TALKING about a new setting and it's not like we're overrun with opportunities to LOOK etc. I might have been a little bit annoying. Who knows?
Of course, once IN the jewelry store, even though we had discussed The Strategy and I had a very firm idea of what I wanted (which I was pretty sure that particular store wouldn't have) I was weakened by The Sparkly Factor. SPECTACULAR JEWELRY STORE FAIL. And you guys, I feel like I have to underline the fact that I am NOT a jewelry girl. I even HAVE jewelry now (thanks to my father-in-law, the former jeweler, and proud supporter of jewelry shows and giving lovely things to his daughters-in-law) and I don't wear it. It just feels FLASHY. Where do you WEAR this stuff? I am much more of a jewelry fiend than I was when I got married, but there's no way I could go around wearing some of the engagement rings I see. That's just a LOT of RING.
So I was thinking I wanted something very small and thin and delicate, like my anniversary band. I most certainly did NOT want a line of tiny stones to match my anniversary band. Nothing blingy, nothing flashy, as not sticky uppy as possible- just straight lines and simple.
I tell all this to the saleslady, who then pulls out an engagement ring mounting with tiny stones on the sides like my anniversary band, two side stones and giant prongs and OOOOH SPARKLY ME WANT. Well, not once I saw the price, but then the saleslady pulled out THIS ring:
OMG YOU GUYS. I might have been in love. Look at me saying "Oh, I'm not into jewelry! I could never wear those cathedral settings and giant rocks!" and then totally drooling over THIS. The center of the ring was just like this, but the sides were like the ring above, which, in my opinion, made it pretty much perfect. It looked gorgeous with my band. It was so... GLITTERY!
Phillip and I spent the next half hour discussing. I'm so embarrassed right now, I can't even tell you. I really feel like I went to duel with a sparkly dragon and the dragon earned the knockout in, like, fifteen seconds. (How many metaphors is that?) WEAK! I wasn't trying to talk Phillip into it, or lobbying, or trying to talk myself into it or even really paying attention to Phillip's stressed-out-but-sounds-kind-of-antagonistic dealings with the saleslady- I was just sitting there being DAZZLED.
We could technically afford it (it was a THIRD of the price of the first ring, which, now that I'm thinking about it, was maybe the saleslady's strategy?) I definitely liked it. It looked beautiful with my band. But... seriously? THIS? If I felt like my ORIGINAL ring was for special occasions, where would I ever wear THIS?
We talked a LONG time. We even agreed to fill out the credit application to buy some more thinking time. In the end I decided we needed some fresh air and if I still wanted it, we'd come back.
We didn't go back. Phillip had stressed his fear of Impulse Buys and Not Shopping Around and all sorts of irritating responsible stuff before we left and I hadn't bothered listening because I was so sure I wouldn't like anything. And now I really liked something, but it would be a TOTAL impulse buy and did I really want THAT RING? I liked it, oh yes, but did I LOVE it? It wasn't at all what I thought I'd want. If I bought it now THAT WOULD BE IT, you know?
I tried calling my sisters at home to get an opinion (or, more likely, a "are you SERIOUS you're doing WHAT?") but I ended up calling my old coworker by mistake, since her name happens to be right above my sister's name in my phone. I told her what I was doing and she said two things: "Diamonds are never a mistake" and "Don't buy anything that makes you feel guilty." Which actually helped. I felt WAY guilty. (I always feel guilty, but this was guilt to the frillionth degree.)
So no. I did not buy this ring. If, weeks from now, I am kicking myself, I can find it somewhere else. Right? But there are so many things we want to buy this summer (birthday bashes, plane tickets, multiple cases of wine for Sacramento, a house with another bedroom so my children start sleeping again) and a RING? No.
Of course, if I HAD bought it, I could be staring dreamily at it RIGHT NOW. That's another saleslady tactic: it's only a one day show! The jeweler is here right now! You could have your diamond set in an HOUR!