As Bill popped the question, he took a rounded, silver, knob-like box out of his pocket and opened his hand. It was all sparkles. Especially in the candle light. All night (and the next day) the sparkles surprised me. The reflection at times was like a small disco ball.
And the sparkle sits in a band that is all me. If asked for direction, I might not have provided the feedback that lead him to choose this one. It is petite and detailed. The pattern reminds me of a sheaf of wheat. The filigree is gorgeous. And maybe the best moment was a few days later. Bailie states in her matter-of-fact way, “Mom, your ring is just perfect. Bill did a really good job”.
Of course, the hardest part about making a ring a surprise is getting the size right. Bill admits he tried to take a ring from my box one day, but I caught him (I don’t remember him looking through my jewels). So he guessed I was average. I am not. So after two weeks of a twirling ring and two almost complete slips off my hand, we took it in for resizing. And found out my fingers are an odd size: 51/4. This trip gave us time to also look at bands and get some ideas on matching or complimentary. We both agree that complimentary bands are more fun. Watch for another post that focuses on the “ring decision”.
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