Oh the drama! I don’t know how else to describe the adventure we had in finding “the” ring. I spent hours pouring over magazines, websites, people’s hands, all in the search for the perfect ring. At first I wanted a ring with the three stones. Then I wanted a simple ring with only one stone. Then I wanted a ring with stones all the way around the band. What I wanted seemed to change depending on the day.
One thing that didn’t change is that we wanted to do everything right – get the right cut, size, color, you name it. Afterall, it was an investment, right? And as with everything else I do, I researched it so much that it almost took the fun right out of it. Almost.
Then one day I finally found it – the ring that I thought I could live with. I say that because I wasn’t looking for the ring that stole my heart, I was looking for the ring that would be practical, not too big, not too small. It had to have the right amount of sparkle (impressive but not gaudy) and it needed to be classic, not trendy (I didn’t want to change my mind two years from now when the styles changed). That wasn’t too much to ask for was it?
So I found the one that fit all of those criteria. The only problem was that I found it at Bvlgari. For those of you who have had the pleasure of visiting a Bvlgari store, you know why it was a problem. For those of you who haven’t, let me just say that they had a guard at the front door and everything is behind glass.
It was beautiful: platinum, just over a carat, set in a tension setting with a wide band. The perfect mix of modern sophistication and classic elegance. And best of all, I could put two bands on either side, which had become my new requirement. The only thing I couldn’t work with, was the price. It was going for $11,000-$13,000, depending on the stone. Gulp!!
(It was similar to this, only the diamond was suspended. I couldn’t find an actual picture of the ring to show here.)
Now that I had decided what ring I wanted, I was in a dilemma. I really wanted that ring, you see, I just didn’t want to pay that price for it. And as shallow as it sounds, I didn’t want to get a look-a-like fake ring either. Remember, this was an investment. I had read the diamond book and knew what I was doing (or so I thought).
So we did the next best thing. We took pictures of the ring straight to a jeweler who was recommended to us. We spent a good hour or two in the first visit alone going over the sketches and trying to pick out the stones. We spent subsequent visits having fittings and more fittings and then finally, it was finished.
At that time I had no way of knowing that it wasn’t as finished as I thought…
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