The Tail of the Broken Prong

via Martha Stewart Weddings

Okay so that would hardly be a very riveting tale but that is exactly what I found today as I innocently folded my hands in my lap during a rather dull meeting. I felt a small shift in the side stone of my ring almost like a loose tooth feels when you are little. I looked down to examine my baby and lo and behold one of the prongs was missing on the setting of that stone.

Bummer huh? Well to M's credit after I called him in a panic, he observed that it would have been a much bigger bummer if I had not noticed the missing prong until after the stone too was missing. So off to the lovely jeweler my ring goes for a quick repair. It's funny though how it almost feels like a missing limb. I never realized how aware I was of the ring at all times. Throughout the afternoon, after I had locked my ring away in my desk drawer for safe keeping, I would have a near start when for a split second I would think my ring had fallen off of my finger.

All's well that ends well though I suppose. I'll feel much better when that ring is back on my finger.

The Bling

As I said before, I was beyond surprised by M's proposal last March. But when he popped open that velvety ring box, I was speechless. The ring was unlike anything that I had ever seen before and yet perfectly fit what I wanted. I had always envisioned a 3 stone diamond ring, although I had never been set on a specific shape of diamond.

M went above and beyond just a simple 3 stone ring. He worked with my mom and a close jeweler friend to design my ring. They added the pave micro-setting around all 3 stones and the band to create a heirloom style setting.

The best part of the ring though is the sentimental value. M asked my mom if he could use one of the diamonds from my late aunt's engagement ring in my ring. My aunt was my mom's only sister and passed away a few years ago from complications with lupus. She was a fantastic woman, full of light and love, and some of my most cherished childhood memories were spent with her in Switzerland (where she lived) or home in Chicago. My mom always tells me how much I remind her of my aunt and I only hope that I can live up to everything that she was to our family.

What's the story of your bling?