Giving Him A Ring
Mmmm, tasteful... (image courtesy of Andrew Nyce Designs. Sorry Andrew.)
Finally, after five weeks and many painful conversations with the ironically named BT customer services, we have the power of the internet in our new flat. After three weeks and two failed orders I busted out the power of Twitter to surprising effect (it seems that most national corporations respond pretty sharpish when their customers’ complaints become searchable on Google) and lo and behold, only a fortnight later, here I am blogging away again.
This flat (whilst still in the same grubby area of south east London as our previous flat) is radically different and incredibly wonderful – only we live there. In actual fact this flat will be our marital home. As such I have even gone to the trouble of buying throws that coordinate with the lampshades.
That cozy/scary thought, coupled with the fact that I can read a calendar, has brought home to me the fact that our wedding is less than 10 months away, and apart from booking the venue and choosing a dress (which I still haven’t raised the funds for), we have done exactly nothing about it. Even Mitch has expressed some concern about this, and last weekend went so far as to suggest that we look for his wedding ring.
Weirdly, I bought my wedding ring about 18 months ago for a steal in a sale. Knowing I would never again find my perfect wedding ring (and it is perfect – white gold, channel set baguette diamonds that match my engagement ring) for such a ridiculously low price, I bought it. Mitch, instead of paying me back, confiscated it and is now asking for his own, which seems a bit selfish.
Not being a fan of man jewellery of any kind, I was fairly surprised Mitch even wanted a wedding ring, and he’s turning out to be a tough customer. Male readers, I don’t know how strongly you feel about the shape and style of your wedding ring, but I always assumed that guys didn’t much care, as long as it was the right size.
Mitch has all sorts of dangerous ideas about shiny versus matt, platinum (gulp) versus palladium, court versus flat. I just saw mine on the internet and impulse bought. I have a horrible feeling that this will not be the case for Mitch, and envision painful website trawling, hours of shopping and his incredibly irritating habit of chronic purchase-related indecision.
How about you guys? Did you make a big deal out of finding the perfect wedding ring, or did all the jewellery-related effort get used up on your lady person?
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You’ve got ages we got engaged may 27th 2010 and are getting married feb 2011. Mr r is having far more input than i ever though he would. in fact too much, i can’t make a decision without it going under scrutiny. the worst of all is while throwing spanners in the works left right and centre, he persists on going round telling everyone its my wedding day and not his and he gets no say. The git, i think he is trying to appear to conform to what he thinks is the norm. I think rings are going to be the hardest decision yet.
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