Lost rings
Filed under: Rings, Bridal Bloopers
After five months of marriage, I lost my wedding and engagement rings and didn't notice for nearly an hour. I knew they were on my hand when I was driving home from work, because I had admired them against the steering wheel as I drove, but shortly after I arrived home I noticed they were no longer on my finger. I retraced my steps, hyperventilating all the way, digging though my car, my bag, the hallway outside our apartment. It was there in the hallway, by the elevator door, that I found my wedding ring, alone.
I remembered reaching into my front pocket for my house keys as the elevator door opened, and I realized they must have fallen off then, when I pulled my hand back out of my pocket. But my engagement ring, with its perfect, princess cut diamond, was still missing. I made signs, complete with a pathetic Sharpie rendering of my ring, and plastered the common areas in our apartment with them.
And then I cried.
At seven o'clock the next morning I was driving to work when my husband called. The apartment's superintendent had just delivered my ring to our apartment. He had found it in the hallway, where I somehow missed it in my frantic searching. I made the superintendent chocolate chip cookies and gave him a gift card for his favourite coffee place. Honestly, it felt inadequate. I was so relieved to see my engagement ring again that I would have happily given him car keys or my first-born child or even my Franco Sarto boots.
Ed Lacoille lost his wedding ring twice and both times it was returned. Ed said his ring was loose because he'd recently lost some weight. I think Ed is due for a ring resizing.
What's in a name?
Dress of the day: Anastasia by Maggie Sottero
Unusual wedding cakes from Dragons and Daffodils
