Thursday, 6 August 2015

Personal | My Engagement Ring

I have an overwhelming collection of jewellery - costume as well as real. An array of garish gems and bejewelled pieces that have the ability to transform the dullest of outfits. As much as I adore my never ending collection of cocktail rings, earrings, bracelets and statement necklaces, there are a few pieces that have a special place in my heart and will hopefully become precious family heirlooms for generations to come. 
Naturally my engagement ring is at the top of that list. As most of you know, the Mister finally popped the question last August whilst we were roaming around Rome. I didn't really delve too deep into the story behind my proposal but I guess there's no time like the present to tell you how it all went down. 
As I mentioned already, Rome was the proposal destination. We arrived there on a Friday afternoon and after an early morning flight the first thing we wanted to do was sleep! I know, ridiculous right?! But sleep we did. We both woke up a few hours later and decided to explore the sights around the hotel and get some dinner. Whilst getting ready for our little adventure I realised that I had forgotten to pack my deodorant, so off I went to scramble around the Mister's bag to grab some of his. As I bent over  to open up his suitcase, the mother of all growls came bellowing behind me. 'Don't touch my stuff' was the offending sound vibrating in my ear drums. Unbeknownst to me, his suitcase was the hiding place of my soon to be engagement ring. Obviously startled and offended by his outburst, I was severely irritated and decided I would sulk for the rest of the night. 
I reluctantly went to dinner, barely responding to his desperate attempts at conversation. To be honest I was bubbling inside. Livid actually. I couldn't believe that we were in this beautiful city and he was snappy and rude so I decided that I would be grumpy and rude too. Very immature, I know. 
As the night went on, I managed to relax a little after a few glasses of Pinot Grigio. I agreed to get a taxi to town in the hopes of getting gelato.
When we arrived in town the Mister insisted we had to visit the Trevi Fountain and do the touristy thing of making a wish and throwing a coin into the water, all of which I had no interest in doing as I was still behaving like a brat, however I skulked after him, dragging my feet like an infant. The fountain was packed with tourists and to the Mister's obvious disappointment, covered in scaffolding and cordoned off with a fence as it was being refurbished. It didn't light up and there was no magic to this iconic fountain that he had hoped to get down on one knee in front of. I could see the frustration and annoyance in his face and again, I too became annoyed at his annoyance.
We continued to walk around the historic town, stopping every so often to fence off eager street sellers trying to sell us flowers and other touristy junk. We walked past a beautiful doorway with ornate carvings and tiled stairs where the Mister decided to stop. At this point all I could think about was getting my hands on some gelato. I could see he was nervous and anxious about something as we stood by the doorway but I had no idea what could be causing him so much distress. So here we were by this gorgeous doorway talking about everything and nothing. The Mister then decided to come onto the subject of our relationship and how long we've been together and how excited he was about our future. With one swift movement he was on his knee with a box in his hand that seemed to appear out of nowhere. I won't lie, my reaction to this was not quite what you would expect. 'F**k off' were the words that came flying out of my mouth. I genuinely thought this was a massive joke and he was just being his usual silly self to bring me out of my foul mood, but I could see the fear in his eyes as he uttered the words 'will you me marry me?' I don't actually recall saying yes, but I do remember pulling him up and kissing him which I guess was my way of saying yes.
Now at this beautiful moment, the aggro and irritability of the past few hours began to make sense and I started to feel quite silly for the way I had behaved, although the sight of my stunning new canary diamond ring cheered me up immensely. I loved and still love my ring, it isn't something I would have picked out myself but it couldn't be more perfect for me if it tried. I'm looking forward to designing the wedding band that will join it when we finally set the date.
So there we have it, my engagement story.
Thank you to Ryan from Invaluable the world's premier online marketplace who asked me to share the story behind my most prized jewellery. Invaluable offers costume jewellery, necklaces, and rings for auction.

           

3 comments:

  1. How beautiful and gorgeous! Such a heart felt story...love it

    Vesta
    www.chocolatencurves.com

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  2. How beautiful and gorgeous! Such a heart felt story...love it

    Vesta
    www.chocolatencurves.com

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  3. Thank you Vesta, I'm glad you enjoyed it xx

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