the RING!

Okay, so you read the title of my post and you could be thinking 1 of two things. First, it being about the infamous engagement ring...or perhaps you are thinking about the RING birth control. Unfortunately, you are wrong with both options. I am writing about my favorite five dollar ring. A ring that, if you know me know it is never off my hand. Well, that isn't true there have been a couple times in my life that someone has held it as collaterl, to get me to come back and see them. However, that was at most two days.

I awoke this morning to find that my mother of peral ring has a crack in it. Not only is there a crack, but because there is a crack a small piece has fallen out. This five dollar mother of pearl ring, has become a part of me. It is a ring that I only take off for sports, it has never been polished or cleaned. Well, it is probably cleaned everytime I do dishes, but it hasn't been professionally cleaned. Who on earth would professionally clean a 5 dollar ring? I can still remember it being the middle of August in 2003, standing on the Navy Pier in Chicago, picking out this ring. It stuck out like a sore thumb. Of course it had to be mine.

Numerous times in my life, my sister has taken it and wanted to wear this particular ring. I bought her one similar, but a little different. She wore it for a few days and then got bored with it. Just what I expected, that is why I didn't give her my ring. This ring is important to me, but I feel lost or naked without this ring. I can go without a watch or my necklace, but I struggle to go without this ring. I am not a huge jewelry person. I wear the same Aspen leaf necklace, a silver Eddie Bauer watch, and my 5 dollar mother of pearl ring on my right ring finger. When I broke my right finger bowling in December of 2004, I begged the doctor not to cut the ring off. Shockingly, they listened to my request, but I couldn't wear the ring for a few weeks.

Being upset about my ring, I went online looking for an identical replacement. Of course, I can't find one. I don't think I will be back in Chicago anytime soon, to look for a replacement, so I am just going to have to hope the rest of the mother of pearl doesn't fall out before I can find its match. I tried to find a picture of it for you all to see. Here is the best one I could find, without actually taking a picture of my hand.