May 31

Life, Love, Laura & Guests: Choosing my engagement ring

by LifeLoveLaura on May 31, 2013

This week, as I’m away in Spain with Little T whilst big T gets on with some of his uni work, some fab friends have taken over Life, Love, Laura. Today we have the gorgeous Hannah from Make, Do and Push! which has fast become one of my favourite blogs. Hannah talks about her beautiful baby girl Bea and finding her feet with this parenthood lark and she is soon to be a Mrs… everybody knows that I love a good wedding! 

Laura has asked me to write a guest post whilst she’s away. I’m hoping she’s having a more relaxing break than I did! At the beginning of May, Laura wrote a fabulous guest post for Make, Do and Push! about her engagement story, so I thought I’d stick with the gushy, romantic theme and write about choosing my engagement ring.

I’m fussy. I’ll admit that. Very fussy. Ok. Super fussy. Especially when it comes to jewellery. There is so much jewellery out there that I detest, that finding something I do actually like is, well, it’s a challenge. So that’s why on 25th August 2012, the day after my 25th birthday, Nick proposed to me with a haribo ring. He knew that I wanted to choose my own engagement ring, and I don’t think he would’ve wanted that task entirely on his shoulders! The proposal evening is all a bit of a blur now, but you can read about it here.

Hannah and Nick's engagement party - Make, Do and Push!

So choosing my ring. I was convinced that I wanted a vintage ring. I’m a sucker for old stuff and antiques, and a bit of a flea market addict. Luckily we lived in Brighton, which is a plethora of antique jewellery shops and flea markets. I remember the day well; it was raining A LOT! We’d started in Churchill Square Shopping Centre as had gone for a quick lunch. I saw a beautiful ring in the window of one of the older jewellery shops in the shopping centre, but it looked way out of our price bracket, so we headed off to the “Posh” Laines.

We trekked around for over three hours in the rain; Nick trying not to look too bored by the task (shopping isn’t his favourite activity), and me bouncing with excited energy, despite being 5 months pregnant. We looked in the window of every shop: I came across a few rings I liked, so we went in, tried them on, nothing screamed “I’m the one ring to rule them all” so we left. I didn’t want to admit defeat. I wanted my ring. I wanted it then and there. We were going to find it that day. I was convinced.

After three (and a bit) hours, I suggested we head back to Churchill Square; I knew the first ring in the window of the shop we passed would be too expensive, but I thought I’d try it on anyway, and you never know, we might be able to strike a deal. No deal was done. It was extortionately expensive (that would be all of the diamonds). Just as I was about to breakdown in hormonal, frustrated tears, Nick suggested we go into one of the other jewellery shops in the centre.

“But I want a vintage ring” I said sadly.

“Let’s just have a look” said Nick, “Then we’ll go home and try Lewes at the weekend”.

I resignedly walked into H Samuel, and made my way around the counter. Then I saw it. An ice blue aquamarine, surrounded by a ring of tiny diamonds on a white gold band. I asked to try it on. It hadn’t been on my finger for more than 3 seconds before I exclaimed: “Yes! Yes! This is the ring! THIS is the ring! We’ll take it!” Nick wasn’t quite sure what had just happened.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes! Definitely!” I cried. “I never want to take it off!”

 Hannah's engagement ring - Make, Do and Push!

(Un)fortunately, I have tiny, slim fingers (it’s the only part of me that anyone’s ever called slim), so we had to have the ring resized. This took almost two weeks. I’m not a  patient person, and even had a countdown in my work calendar until the day when my ring and I would be reunited. But the day finally arrived, and that evening Nick re-proposed.

“Hannah, will you marry me?”

“Wouldn’t it be funny if I said ‘no’ this time?” I giggled.

“No, not really. Do you not want the ring?” Nick asked.

“Of course I’ll marry you! Now gimme my ring!”


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