Toby bought me a ring this weekend. And I am elated. I am jumping around like an idiot. It’s so pretty. It’s so nice. Thing is, I won’t have it as my own until next weekend as they’re making it for me and the wait is strangely exciting. I’m still shocked we got a diamond. I’m still shocked I met a boy I want to spend my life with. I’m still shocked he asked me. I’m still shocked things worked out. Shocked and happier than I have ever been in my entire life. (pinch).
The hardest part and the reason we were steering away from diamonds (aside from the bling-bling factor and that some are just hideous) is that we actually care about ethics. And apparently, for some, this comes as a surprise. Every store we went in to we asked about their diamond source. And I think they thought we were nuts.
Where do you get get your diamonds?
We really have no way of knowing that.”
One guy was so excited to tell us that the sapphire I was looking at was ONLY 70 DOLLARS! And then he looked at Toby and said,
For that price you can still take her out to dinner at the end of the day.
Dude, we don’t want your 70 dollar ring. (Damn!).
Anyhow, we finally found a store who cares about where their diamonds come from. So, guilt-free, we made the purchase. And it’s the prettiest ring I’ve ever seen. And it’s mine. And he’s mine. I’m giddy. And so tired, I can barely think. Forgive me if this post makes next to no sense.