Oy! I somehow failed to remember the 1st day of Christmas. Looks like someone will be getting some coal in my stocking. Or maybe some St. John's Wort to improve the mushy memory. So here we go:
On the First Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
One heirloom ring.
(Note: my camera is not of the quality to take a good picture of a rather tiny and shiny object. Let's hope next year on the First Day of Christmas, my true love gives me a killer digital SLR camera so I can take adequate photos of my small heirloom stuff.)
Backstory: this is the engagement ring my (late) father gave to my mother (Jimmy). Jimmy gave it to the Mister to give to me. Now, in addition to this being an incredibly cherished belonging, it's also very much my style. I am *not* a bling-y person. So this ring suits me so well.
Until now, I've been wearing my simple white gold wedding band that we bought 8 years ago. Once upon a time I wanted a big ol' diamond, but no longer. The whole blood diamond thing bothers me terribly, and the thought of spending so much money on something so frivolous makes me ill, especially after being in Haiti. But those are my own thoughts on my own belongings. I know some gals with Rock 'em Sock 'em Diamonds, and that's cool.
But for me, I'll proudly wear my sweet and simple ring.
(Doesn't the above photo look like I'm that scary hand creature on Sesame Street? Does anyone know what I'm talking about?)