Marc and I got engaged on Christmas Eve 1998. I remember thinking that my engagement ring was the most beautiful ring in the world. It was a simple 1-carat Princess-cut solitaire, set in gold. I loved everything about that ring and what it represented, and I never took it off. Fast forward two years later, a pregnancy and an extra 20-pounds that I could never get rid of and all of a sudden, that size 6 ring felt more like a tourniquet. I could barely get it on my finger and, if I did, I would pray that I wouldn't need a stick of butter to remove it. I kept telling myself that I didn't need to resize it, that I would just lose the weight, but I never did. So I became used to only wearing a wedding band, and I didn't even always wear that. It has nothing to do with not wanting to appear married, but rather because I am SUPER absent-minded and I would take my ring off and put it in a purse or pocket and lose it for weeks. UGH, right?
It never seemed like a huge deal not to wear rings. I'm not trolling bars or looking to pick up men, so it never felt like an issue to me. And then Dance Moms started airing. All of a sudden, I was getting questions continuously about why didn't I wear a wedding ring. Was I separated? What was the deal with Marc? It was such an odd thing to think that people were so concerned about the state of my left-hand jewelry. I think I answered that question more often than any other, so I started to wear my ring again.
And then on the 15th anniversary of our engagement, Marc surprised me with a new ring set. Perhaps he was tired of me bitching that I no longer liked gold jewelry? Maybe he wanted to give me a reason to wear my rings consistently? Whatever the reason, I'll take it.
I then decided that I felt guilty for not wearing my original ring and was cheating on it, so I decided the perfect solution would be to reset it and wear it as a right-hand ring. I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted, but I knew that I did not want that ring to look like an engagement ring. I wanted it to be more of a statement and a little “fun.” I searched high and low for inspo and finally found something I KINDA liked, but it wasn't exactly “right.”
So, armed with my inspiration photo and my old ring, I went to XIV Karats in Beverly Hills and talked to their jeweler. He seemed to get what I wanted, and I left my original ring there for about a week. I went back for a fitting for the new design, while I liked where it was going, it was difficult to envision the final piece.
About another week went by, and I went and picked up the final ring. I saw it and was in LOVE. It was exactly what I wanted: it didn't look like an engagement ring on my right hand, and it featured the diamond the had meant so much to me. Whenever I wear this ring, I get TONS of compliments everywhere I go. It's perfect, and I am happy that I made the decision to reset the stone, instead of just having it sit in my jewelry box. And, of course, my girls have called dibs on who gets which ring after I die (thanks, ladies) and I'm thrilled to have one to give to each of them.
So, that's it from me today. Thank you so much for reading AND sharing!