This time last year, The Boy Who Would Someday Become The Fiance was keeping secrets from me. You see, he had my engagement ring, and he was hiding it from me. Not at his house, mind you, but in my apartment. He just showed me the spot, too. Sneaky … it was hiding in plain sight in a drawer of my china cabinet. Apparently he had noticed how often we used place mats … which is never, by the way. Not that I would have gone looking for it or anything …
And we’re not just talking about my engagement ring. The Fiance bought my ring as a set, so my e-ring has had a mate since it came home with him. And boy howdy, is it a match made in heaven.BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415676438574493458″ border=”0″ alt=”" src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqIIrVny7AA/SyhZBwOvbxI/AAAAAAAABa0/I7ONjEC2q4A/s320/3232799384_796626e8dd.jpg” />Here’s my engagement ring. Ohhhh preccccious. The center stone is an heirloom from The Fiance’s mother. I actually stumbled across the ring box that her setting came from in the glove box of her car about a week before we were engaged. I flipped out, thinking I had found THE ring. Good thing I didn’t look inside, right? I would have seen a very naked Tiffany setting, and felt very confused. I would have ruined the surprise, I think.
And here is my ring’s BFF:
Hello, lovely.
There it is in it’s little plush grey home. That’s as close as I am allowed to get to it. The Fiance knows me all too well. I have a tendency to want to pull it out and wear it around the house while I’m vacuuming. He swears this is bad luck. No pouting on my part changes his mind. It has to stay in that box, off limits, until September, when my two loves shall be reunited at long last.
One ring was checked off the list a long while ago, but The Fiance’s is still in conversational stages. We’ll be shopping after Christmas, so that my wedding band will have someone to hang out with, and so I won’t need to visit it so often.
What does your set look like? Did they come together or did you have to hunt for a match?
