Well folks, today the wedding planning took a massive leap forward as Terry and I went to the shops to pick up the boots I was having heeled and buy some Johnston’s Summer Skin, and walked out with our wedding rings.
Actually, that’s not quite true: we only walked out with one ring (Not The One Ring, you understand, just one ring. Although, that said, we did see some replicas of The One Ring, presumably for those having themselves a Lord of the Rings themed wedding…). Amazingly enough, they had my ring in the right size (this hardly ever happens because I’m an "I", and they almost never have that size in stock. Thanks, skinny fingers!) but Terry’s had to be ordered and will be with us in a few weeks.
I felt very grown up as I left the store. Very OMG WE ARE GETTING MARRIED! Quite scary, in a way, but also pretty cool. My ring is very plain: because I have such stupidly small fingers, I decided I needed something very delicate, so it’s pretty much the narrowest band they had, white gold, with three small diamonds on the front. I’m a bit worried that it looks like a pretend wedding ring because it’s so tiny, but all of the thicker bands just made me look like I was wearing a knuckle duster.
Anyway, I know anyone can take a good, clear picture of their hands, so what I decided to do was take a crap, blurry one instead. You know how I like to be different! Here it is:
Also pictured: my desperately-needs-to-be-re-dipped engagement ring, which is sparklier in real life.
Terry’s ring is a bit more contemporary, but not so much that it will date, I don’t think. It’ll be here in a few weeks, and rest assured, I will bore you all rigid with that, too. Oh, and just while I’m on the subject of weddings, and at the risk of sounding like a complete blog whore (Which, actually? I sort of am, really) I will soon be writing all about my impending
doom nuptials over at Bridalwave. Under six months to go….