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Sometimes the day just gets away from you and today was certainly one of those. I started off the morning tying up little loose ends; things that pile up and sit unfinished because there is always something more important overshadowing them. And then I started in on the normal pile-o-paper only to get side tracked time and again. And so, all of it still sits there, neatly arranged on my desk waiting for tomorrow. By then, of course, the drift of paper will be twice as deep...I better bring my snowshoes, and maybe a shovel.
Our weekend was ordinary, the highlight - or maybe lowlight- was further ring shopping. I can only say that a part of me wishes that D had picked it out and surprised me with it, and saved me from the trauma of trying to choose. We visited a big mall jeweler who was having an artisan event. When I approached the case I knew right away that there was nothing in there for me; high settings waiting for gazillion dollar stones. Then I saw it...the ring...and then I saw the price tag. Eight freakin thousand dollars. The designer talked himself down to forty-nine hundred and seemed a little befuddled as to why we wouldn’t jump on such a deal. So we went back to one of the rings photo’d below. Ring one is my favorite, and though it paled somewhat next to the ring it was still very pretty...until...I stepped out from under the lights. It died. Not a wink, not a sparkle, just dull dead metal.
I’ll probably go back, one more time, and see if I can carry it to a window or have the security guard walk me out to the parking lot so that I can see in in sunlight. Dead in the dark is one thing...dead in the daylight another entirely. There is also the possibility that I’ll go look at the ring one more time too, but only because the salesman is certain that he can find it at another store. He figures that they [the store] purchased one a few years ago and it is probably still knocking around in inventory. Platinum was far cheaper then and he’s certain it would probably be a third of the price. I know he meant the 8k price, but I’m planning on going daft insisting that I understood it to be a third of the sale price. Ya know, just to see what happens. Hey, this is frustrating work, I gotta have fun somewhere.
For example: The artisan was delightedly showing me an eternity ring; the sort where the diamonds go all the way around the band. “I dont want to pay for ones that I cant see” I said, and before he could reply I added, “It’s sorta like getting a tattoo on your butt. What’s the point if you cant see it?” No, he didin’t laugh. To be honest I knew he wouldn’t. Anyone who could get up in the morning and keep a straigh face as he looked in the mirror at that hairdo is dead in the humor department.