First off, a huge THANK YOU!!!! to all of the readers who gave me well wishes and virtual high-fives on my post yesterday about getting a job. It means the world to me, people. Drake’s comment was pretty much the best comment ever:
“Working in a bakery is like taking a bouncer’s job in a strip club, you won't be able to keep your hands off the merchandise.”
Yesterday my mom and I hit the mall so I could get some work clothes (black on black everything). I knew while I was at the mall I had to get a watch battery because I need to cover my wrist tattoo while at work, so I grabbed my wedding ring as well to get sized. My ring has been in a box for so long, and I miss wearing it. I keep slacking on going to the jewelers because I hate the damn mall.
After we found some clothes, we went to the jewelry store. It was dead. The manager was just sitting around doing some paperwork, so he welcomed us in and took my ring himself. When I opened my wedding ring box, I had forgotten I had stuffed all of my other rings in there too, so I fumbled with the box to make sure I wouldn’t lose any. I only have two pieces of jewelry that mean anything to me, and that’s my wedding ring and my grandmother’s wedding ring.
After she passed, my grandpa gave all of my grandma’s jewelry to my mom. Both of them have a penchant for gold, which I hate. One day my mom and I were going through the jewelry boxes for fun, when I found what looked like a white gold diamond ring with two small diamonds on either side. “What’s this?” I asked my mom. “I’m not sure, but I think it may be Moe’s [my grandma] first wedding ring”. In white gold! I pleaded with my mom if I could have it, and she said yes. I was really pleased to have such an important piece of jewelry to commemorate my grandma.
Right before Christmas 2009 my mom came home to find all of her jewelry boxes open and empty on her bed. Someone had broken the bathroom window and robbed the house. I’m telling you with all sincerity that I hope whoever stole from us is dead in a ditch somewhere. That was my grandmother’s jewelry. That is priceless. I asked if my mom wanted the ring she gave me back but she said no, and I made sure I would find a way to one day fix up the dilapidated ring and turn it into an heirloom.
Anyways, the manager took my ring and I mentioned to him in passing that one day I would like to turn the four small main diamonds on my wedding ring into one solid diamond. Here is a picture of my actual ring to explain:
The manager said they did that, so I continued and said “well actually, I would really love to put my grandmother’s diamond in my ring, but I’m not sure if it would fit”. I handed him my grandma’s ring, and he got out his magnifying glass eye piece to examine it. “I’m sorry to say, but this isn’t a diamond”, he tells us. “Really? So it’s like cubic zirconia?” I ask. “Not even that, I’m afraid. This is more like costume jewelry”. My mom and I look at each other and start laughing.
Where the engagement took place.
When we get to the car, a whole bunch of questions pop up. Did Pop know it was fake, and was he trying to pull a fast one on Moe? Were they poor and just couldn’t afford a real diamond? Were we mistaken on this being the first ring? We will never know. I’m going to keep it anyway. It’s still a piece of my grandma, even if it is considered “junk”!