Bargain Bling

The pink lines and happy tears had barely dried before I'd figured out the baby's birthstone and decided I wanted a piece of commemorative jewelry.  Something simple and tasteful, like a ring or a necklace I could wear anytime.  (What can I say? At the time I was a childless sentimental 30-something girly girl with disposable income.)

Cut to nearly 4 years later.  I still hadn't found anything.  Mostly because, hello, real life.  Priorities shifting and all that.  And also because it turns out A) citrine inspires some un. be. lievably. fugly jewelry, and B) apparently I've got good taste, cause if I liked it, I guarantee it cost more than a Southpaw bolster swing.  

My husband was looking at Bear's birthstone rings again for my recent birthday, and it inspired me to poke around eBay just for kicks, where I found this (Which, it goes without saying, now keeps my wedding ring company, because it's not like I ever actually get to wear them.)

I just knew this cheap little silver ring was the one, even though my husband was offering to get me an actual piece of jewelry from an actual jewelry store.  One that probably wouldn't draw blood or snag my sweaters.

But I had to have it, because this ring so perfectly captures my relationship with Bear.

He is the light of my life.
He is the center of my universe.
He is so totally spiky around the edges.

For less than 20 bucks, I have to say I wasn't expecting much.  But the impulse purchase gods were with me on this one, and all I can say is the photo doesn't do it justice.  It's shiny and delicate and fits perfectly. Just putting it on filled me up in a way I can't explain.

I finally have my commemorative jewelry.  It was years overdue. Just like my Bear.  It's not what I thought I wanted and didn't look like the ads.  Just like my Bear.  And it's absolutely perfect. Just like my Bear.