My wedding ring got stolen in Africa. True.
And while I stood there, a lady asked me if I wanted to look at any of the face creams. So I pretended like I did. Fun. Joy. Whatever. Then I heard another lady in the background who was working in the jewelry section and she was trying to get people to come to her stuff, and she was saying,
“Every Mother Loves Diamonds.”
I had my ring when I went to the chair to lay out. I did not have my ring when I went to the dressing room. I immediately went back to my chair to look for it but in the 5 minutes that had passed, it was gone. Dude.
I soooooooo cried. I loved this ring. Okay, I so cried in seclusion. I didn’t cry out in public - just so you get an accurate picture. I had just gotten this ring the year before. It had been my 3rd wedding ring and I thought it would be my last. I didn’t like the previous two so I had gotten rid of them. I think the first one cost like $89 since I was 18 years old and we were broke. The second one was like $150 since we were in college and still broke and it was . . . just okay. It didn’t really do it for me.
But this one: amazing. It was a classic antique cut diamond anniversary band. Not a lot of diamonds cuz I like beauty --- not bragging. And I think most wedding rings are atrocious [if U really must know] and if you look at people who are artistic, they usually just wear a band because they wouldn’t want to have this odd-shaped thing always sticking out on their finger. Not that I’m saying I’m artistic - I’m not. AUTISTIC, maybe --- but that’s a discussion 4 another day (kidding. GOTCHa.) But I do notice people who are professionally artistic . . . and they rarely have these diamond protrusions. I don’t like them either. So I found this amazing band with an antique cut that looked elegant and classy and carried the same message: married. And I bought it - a year ago. And I loved it - every day. I’d look at it - smile inside, you know the routine. Ah, gee.
And then it was gone.
Brian said he’d get me another one when we got back to the states since it was not an enormous expense to replace and wedding rings are . . . you know, important. When we got back to the States I called Kay’s, where I had gotten it and they didn’t carry it anymore. But they said they could order it for me. And I would have it in six weeks. And that I could still get it for the sale price of $400. But I didn’t order it. Nope. Even though I love it. And it IS beautiful. But something had happened on the way home from Africa that changed my mind.
I flew on a really, really looooong flight. And they had movies on - to pass the time. And I watched them. A bunch of them.
And one was based on a true event. And it was called Blood Diamonds.
