I stopped wearing a wedding ring years ago. Zeb bought me the most beautiful vintage ring when we got married, it was at least 100 years old and Georgian. It seemed fitting that I should have an estate ring, it was in harmony with how I saw myself at the time, kind of beat up but still sparkly.
I didn’t realize that fine jewelry isn’t for everyday use and I wore it to death.Weightlifting and home restoration kept warping the band and knocking the smaller stones loose. I had it repaired many times until I realized that it couldn’t take much more. I stopped wearing rings altogether after that. Between the ceramics, pole dancing and pumping iron, rings weren’t right for my lifestyle.
But missed wearing a ring. I felt like not wearing a ring gave the wrong impression. Today I cruised Pearl Street to find a wedding band for myself. I’m not into diamonds anymore. I like shiny things but I am not a fancy person. I couldn’t even stomach spending $100 on a ring and the shopping part wasn’t any fun.
After looking around at different jewelers I settled on a hippy dippy shop that has been selling clogs, inexpensive jewelry and incense since 1977. Like forever. I found a lovely stainless steel ring for $17. It’s simple, strong, kind of pretty and really cheap. Just like me.
Hey Zeb, I love you.
Enough of the squishy stuff, time to cut the crap.
More random books from the basement. DONATE.
Dishes I found stashed in the cupboard above the fridge. DONATE.
You will never catch me using three pound weights. DONATE.
Nice snow pants that don’t fit. DONATE.
This one looks like a stretch, but I’m gonna have the boys read it and then DONATE.
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