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Humble pie doesn’t slide down so well. Less than a year ago, I wrote a post called Engaging Absurdity wherein I marvelled at the excessive prices of engagement rings these days and questioned the priorities of those demanding exorbitant bling in the name of “love”. I shared how precious my little engagement ring was to me, not because it was expensive or had valuable gold or gems, but because the meager price was a sacrifice for two kids in love back in the day when the Earth was still cooling…

But then something unexpected happened…my ring broke in the Summer. One of the garnets fell out and while I was upset, I figured it was no big deal to get it replaced. I took it into a jewellery store once sunny September afternoon and left there with a black cloud hanging over my head. They couldn’t simply replace the stone – they had to rebuild the entire bridge and it was going to cost a lot of money to do it! I took it to a family-owned store for a second opinion. The sales lady was exceptionally nice and took it to the back for a quick preview of the “damage”…I could tell from the look in her eye that it wasn’t good news. With genuine warmth, she started with “It’s going to cost hundreds of dollars to repair; it would be less expensive to buy a new one…” Not only would the bridge have to be rebuilt, but it was cracked in 2 places on the underside and would likely crack again after the repair.

The question changed from “how much will it cost” to “how much is it worth” and I wrestled with it for the next several weeks. Sentimentality overwhelmed me until passed store windows and got distracted by sparkling things…

After expounding the virtues of sentimentality over “bling”, I purchased a new engagement ring… Hence, the first slice of humble pie…and then the second slice of humble pie…

When I got home from the store, Hubby asked me if I was happy, but to be honest, I wasn’t…not because I didn’t get the original ring repaired, but because I didn’t buy the really expensive one I had my eye on (and by expensive, I mean $1,000 not $7,000). How many times in my life have I compromised and accepted second best? Now for the second slice of humble pie…One of the reasons I was unhappy with the ring was because it is made of white gold but my wedding band is yellow gold. I know it’s considered acceptable to mix white and yellow gold, but my uptight nature doesn’t like it. So after several conversations with Hubby, I also purchased a new sparkling wedding band.

I have to eat my own words about sporting an expensive engagement ring over my original engagement ring: “I wouldn’t trade it for the ring I’m sporting now”. Hubby didn’t have to scrape his pennies together this time, but I know he loves me…even with pie on my face.