The Death of the Garden Ring and the Arrival of the Bling Ring

A little while ago, I shared the tale of the engagement ring found in the garden.  Not a day or two later, tragedy struck!  The break in the band snagged on a scarf (a new scarf as well, that now has a bit of a hole in it, how annoying), and the ring was wrenched open.  I pressed it roughly back into shape, and that lunchtime went to the jeweller recommended to me, only to find the shop shut and a handwritten note on the door stating he was on holiday.  I didn't realise that the metal was now weakened, and continued wearing the ring, intending to pop back the next day.  By tea time, it was in two pieces, the band having snapped in a second place.

It was good timing that it happened to be the day that my 'proper' engagement ring arrived in the post, so when I arrived home I had the delight of opening a package that contained this beauty.  The poor lighting in this photo doesn't do justice to how pink the centre stone is, or how sparkly the whole thing is.




It's not vintage, it's completely modern, but I thought there was a nod to the Art Deco with the stepped design at the sides.  I should point out that all of the original Deco rings I liked were crafted in platinum and diamond, and therefore priced in the chunk-of-mortgage range.  My heart was really set on rose gold anyway, and the pink morganite stone sold it too me.  The rose gold is more flattering against my skin and hair colour than silver or yellow gold, and the scattering of zircons rival diamonds in sparkle.

This one ticks all the boxes for me - ethical, rose gold, affordable, a bit Deco, and something different from the traditional solitaire.  For the first few days it felt odd wearing it, as I am not a sparkly person, but I have quickly become used to it (though I still can't stop looking at it).


Is it too 'bling' for your tastes?  Or do you hanker after a rock to rival one of Liz Taylor's?