Thursday, June 4, 2015

Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend

Marilyn said it so well,

But square-cut or pear-shaped,
These rocks don't lose their shape.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend.

I mentioned to my DH, who had still to notice I was not wearing my wedding band and diamond, my dilemma. His reaction was, "Why should that be your decision? After all I gave you those rings. If you wanted something done with them you should have asked me and I would have taken care of it." Says he who had not noticed the rings had been missing for 6 months.

Finally earlier this month I made my way into the jewelry store intent on making my decision. When I walked in the jeweler I had originally spoken with was not in, but the other one I was also familiar with greeted me. I gave him my receipt, told him what it was for and he turned to their large box of envelopes. He looked through it front to back. He looked through it back to front.

Then he opened their large safe and walked in. He came back holding my receipt but no envelope. He went back to the box of envelopes. Finally he came over to me. "I cannot locate your envelope. But do not panic I know it is here. I suspect it is the workroom which we keep locked on the weekends. If you can wait I will call you first thing Monday morning when it is opened." He made sure he had my number and reassured me they had my rings.

I went home feeling reassured everything was OK. Well, as OK as I could. But sure enough Monday morning the jeweler called to say he had my rings and they had been exactly where he thought they were - in the work room.

Later that day I met with him to see what he had in mind. He put all the rings on a velvet mat and gave me a description of each stone and his thoughts. He showed me the designs (in more detail) that they had come up with. I was no more decided than before. The prices he had quoted were high but reasonable considering the changes consisted of removing the stones and completely reworking the settings. In two proposals the designs were starting from scratch.

As I stood there, like a deer in the headlights, he smiled, "You don't have to to make up your mind today."

"But I have been stonewalling now for five months."

"Actually six, I checked on the date and you brought these in during the month of November, But that doesn't mater."

"That is ridiculous. Someone cannot make up their mind in six months? You must think me mad."

"Actually not. We had one lady who took 2 years to decide what to do with her rings. She left them with us. Said she just could not make up her mind. Finally she did. We are in no hurry."

This made me feel a bit better. I thanked him, told him I needed some time but I would be back in less than 18 months -  I promised. Walking out of the shop I still had no idea what to do with the rings. In a way I wished I could just get them fixed and wear them as I always had. But that was not an option. That was why I was there in the first place.

Oh bother.

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