Emily and Matt

It must take someone pretty perfect to pick out the perfect engagement ring. Matt read my wonky sign language to come up with a ring better than the ones I’d occasionally search for. Not that I searched … often.

Its sparkle is really quite mesmerizing. It distracts me from work. With each key of the keyboard poked, it glimmers and makes me stop to admire. Even more distracting is thinking about Matt searching for it and all that it represents. When it first was revealed before me, the idea of getting married was a huge shock–a “someday in the future” fast forwarding to that instant. After only a couple days of wearing the ring, I’d grown accustomed to it. Well, that is, my pointer and middle finger grew accustomed to it.

The only problem with the ring was that it only came in a size 7 and I’m a size 5. Normally in this instance someone would just run down to a jeweler to get it resized. Since this band had diamonds set, even if only halfway down, three jewelers were wary of the extreme modification. The fear is that in taking out a large chunk of the ring, maintaining the curve would mean compromising the settings in the band. And no jeweler wants that looming over their head. Instead they suggest making the manufacturer change it, but with buying from Costco (the most bling for your buck!) that’s not an option.

The woman at Costco’s jewelry counter then led me to JewelSmiths. They specialize in unique ring design and taking on the challenges that has other jewelers shaking in their boots. The staff were very friendly and had vast knowledge of the industry. We dropped the ring off Saturday and were told it would be ready by Wednesday morning, if not Tuesday night. I was nervous about how much this was all going to cost, but it was significantly lower than what other jewelers’ quotes. And I had much more confidence in the staff at JewelSmiths.

Until Tuesday evening, or maybe Wednesday morning, this is me adapting to the empty left hand. But inside I’m glad that it will finally fit the right finger. And I won’t look like a spoiled brat who wants everyone to stare at her ring when she points, like Christine says.