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when my parents got engaged, they had absolutely bugger all money. my mother had to buy her own engagement ring and she always hated it.

but by the time of their one year anniversary, my dad was suddenly a lot more flush. he had been promoted several times at work and his ex-wife had remarried, meaning no more alimony. thinking that he could now really treat my mother, he barrelled into the poshest jewellers in town, and demanded to see their finest emeralds.

looking at the price, he blanched. then, undefeated, said:

"what else have you got in green?!!"

the ring he chose is very pretty, a dark green stone surrounded by sparkly little diamonds. but it's no emerald. it's probably worth about £200, tops. my mother loved it and she wore it every day of my life.

when she died, my dad gave it to me. having done really well for himself since, he had bought her much more expensive jewellery that means fuck all compared to this. i make no secret of the fact that i am spoiled rotten, posh flat, posh car etc, because my parents made it all themselves and i am proud of them.

but i'd give any of those other possessions up like a shot before i'd let anyone touch this ring. they're just things. this is a lifetime of memories. i guess there are a lot of things that mean more than money.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 8 May 2008, 13:31, 6 replies)

Awww
*hugs swipe*
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Thu 8 May 2008, 13:56, closed)

Hit the nail on the head, there
I too have a ring who's value is beyond price.
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Thu 8 May 2008, 13:58, closed)

I suppose a fuck's out of the question?
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( Gilgamesh gazed in wonder as Frampton came alive, Thu 8 May 2008, 14:20, closed)

^Gilgamesh

Certainly, here's one from me: Fuck.. off
(BeatsWork, Thu 8 May 2008, 18:08, closed)

*also hugs Swipe*
I have my late grandmother's ring, it's tiny; I have long, slightly chubby fingers, she had only half her fingers on one hand after an accident, but all the same it barely fits on me. I keep it in a very, very safe place so I never lose it (my dad would kill me if I did, too).
( Maladicta, Thu 8 May 2008, 23:14, closed)

late in the day to reply, but
this reminds me of mr happylittletulip's grandma, who I never met, since she had passed away by the time I met mr hlt.

She had two engagement rings, a cheaper one and a not-so-cheaper one, like rachelswipe's mum did, but she loved both of them. She didn't really want the second one cos she didn't mind the first one no matter how cheap it was.

Then when mr hlt proposed to me, he gave me the most beautiful ring in the world. It is his grandma's two rings, melted down, redesigned and re-set to a style of his choosing, at her instructions. She had left them to him for his future wife.

It's beautiful and it never leaves my finger. I feel proud to wear it.
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Wed 14 May 2008, 19:26, closed)