Diamond disaster

Munch 'The Scream'

As I feared, disaster almost struck. After being on-site managing a client's wedding I noticed an ever so slight jangling sound when moving my left hand the next day. Was it my watch? No. Was it my bracelets hitting eachother? No (I was not wearing bracelets and thus was clearly sleep deprived which is common for event managers the day after an event!) I soon realised the diamond in my engagement ring was loose....[insert dramatic music here]. Like a child with a loose tooth, I was terrified it would fall out, yet couldn't stop wiggling it to see just how loose it really was.

Fast forward to 3 days later when the ring setter advised I had been, shall we say, a little "rough" with my engagement ring. Oops! I guess I really got over that initial fear of scratching it then! It didn't help, of course, that the ring was too loose. Since becoming engaged I noticed that the ring was getting inreasingly looser and the diamond was often to be found hiding on the palm of my hand rather than proudly sitting atop it! As such, it had developed a few dints and scratches in places where it shouldn't!

Nevertheless, I think wearing my engagement ring whilst working at events was not the smartest idea and have resolved to wear another ring in its place when on-site. In fact it will be my mother's engagement ring. Well, not her actual engagement ring, but her replacement engagement ring which she no longer wears as it doesn't fit her. Why did she need a replacement engagement ring I hear you ask? Her fabulously inquisitive and charmingly enthusiastic young daughter (i.e. me) actually posted it somewhere more than 25 years ago, never to be seen again*. The replacement isn't exactly a 5 carat stunner if you know what I mean, so any potential damage wont be too traumatic. Plus, it means I get to wear something that still has meaning and sentimental value, without worrying about coming home to the 'Aussie Brit' and admitting the diamond went AWOL.

My engagement ring is now firmly back on my hand, two sizes smaller, dint free and more sparkling than ever! Crisis averted.

*As a young girl of around 5 I liked to place money, or other items of importance in envelopes and post them under doors. We also had the misfortune of having a shiny red post box outside our front door. Very appealing to a would-be postman like me! Someone, somewhere must have hit the jackpot when opening up the envelope containing my mother's original engagement ring. Due to my age, my parents forgave me, but I am reminded of the story at milestone events and anticipate its inclusion in a certain wedding speech!