lavenderdragonfly23
Brilliant_Rock
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A few of you heard a rumor a while back that I was saving for a ruby …
She was in an antique Georgian silver on gold bonnet ring, circa 1770, littered with the most incredible old, old cuts … peruzzi’s, tables, antique cushions, and old old mines, each with skyscraper crowns, forming an almost cobblestone like road protecting a pretty pink-red ruby. A ring that was likely forged when Marie Antoinette was in power in France, Catherine The Great ruled Russia, Georgiana Duchess of Devonshire was the talk of the town, Elizabeth and Mr Darcy’s story was being penned into reality by Jane Austen, and music by Handel, Bach, Mozart, and Beethoven echoed through orchestra halls. Stories of the French Revolution, Napoleonic Wars, and American colonies declaring their independence were painted in ink on the daily courant. Weekend balls filled with elaborate, wide-skirted gowns, powdered wigs and incredible jewels were always something to look forward too.
She was expensive, she was a dream. My dream antique piece. She was the ring I seriously considered buying in place of Flora for a long time. Flora won my heart, but I always felt my mind drifting back to the Georgian ring. So I shot for the moon and started putting in dozens of OT shifts, quietly adding to my savings. Inside, wishing there was anything but that beautiful expensive 3ct no heat burma ruby in the center. If there was an aquamarine or a topaz… she would already be mine. Patients quickly filled my OT schedules, one after another after another…. Each shift a little closer to bringing her home.
Two weeks ago, she disappeared from the site she called home for over three years …
There was a glimmer of hope though… I had seen several of the vendors pieces at auction recently… maybe, just maybe she was heading to an auction house and I might have a chance. I pick up the phone …
1st Ring
2nd Ring … my heart is pounding in my chest. “Don’t cry, if she’s sold, it wasn’t meant to be… just hold it together. You’ll have money to shop for something else beautiful, a bracelet is next on your list anyways…” I tell myself
3rd Ring
Hello?” I hear on the other side. I’m so nervous I feel like I’m going to vomit. I begin to brace myself for bad news.
“Ah, yes, our Georgian ring. I’m sorry <my heart drops, I can feel the lump in my throat growing, and I begin to fight the tears that I know are coming> but we removed the ruby and sent it to auction. I still have the setting though.”
Tears immediately start streaming down my cheeks…
Never, Ever give up on your dreams
Believe in yourself
Make a plan
Shoot for the moon if you have too
If someone says, “that’s insane, come down to reality, that’s so far out of reach, be realistic.”
Smile and say, “Watch me.”










She is an incredible jewel.
She’s not perfect, she has signs of repairs made through the years from owners who refused to give up on her. Yet 250+ years later, she is still just as beautiful as the day she was forged.
She has stood the test of time.
So, without further ado, it is my great honor to introduce to you, Elizabeth:
“Lizzy for every day, My Pearl for Sundays, Goddess Divine but only on *very* special occasions, and when I am completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy, Mrs Darcy.”
“I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love--I love--I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”
Mrs Darcy, I too refuse to give up on you … let’s find you a new gemstone
She was in an antique Georgian silver on gold bonnet ring, circa 1770, littered with the most incredible old, old cuts … peruzzi’s, tables, antique cushions, and old old mines, each with skyscraper crowns, forming an almost cobblestone like road protecting a pretty pink-red ruby. A ring that was likely forged when Marie Antoinette was in power in France, Catherine The Great ruled Russia, Georgiana Duchess of Devonshire was the talk of the town, Elizabeth and Mr Darcy’s story was being penned into reality by Jane Austen, and music by Handel, Bach, Mozart, and Beethoven echoed through orchestra halls. Stories of the French Revolution, Napoleonic Wars, and American colonies declaring their independence were painted in ink on the daily courant. Weekend balls filled with elaborate, wide-skirted gowns, powdered wigs and incredible jewels were always something to look forward too.
She was expensive, she was a dream. My dream antique piece. She was the ring I seriously considered buying in place of Flora for a long time. Flora won my heart, but I always felt my mind drifting back to the Georgian ring. So I shot for the moon and started putting in dozens of OT shifts, quietly adding to my savings. Inside, wishing there was anything but that beautiful expensive 3ct no heat burma ruby in the center. If there was an aquamarine or a topaz… she would already be mine. Patients quickly filled my OT schedules, one after another after another…. Each shift a little closer to bringing her home.
Two weeks ago, she disappeared from the site she called home for over three years …
There was a glimmer of hope though… I had seen several of the vendors pieces at auction recently… maybe, just maybe she was heading to an auction house and I might have a chance. I pick up the phone …
1st Ring
2nd Ring … my heart is pounding in my chest. “Don’t cry, if she’s sold, it wasn’t meant to be… just hold it together. You’ll have money to shop for something else beautiful, a bracelet is next on your list anyways…” I tell myself
3rd Ring
Hello?” I hear on the other side. I’m so nervous I feel like I’m going to vomit. I begin to brace myself for bad news.
“Ah, yes, our Georgian ring. I’m sorry <my heart drops, I can feel the lump in my throat growing, and I begin to fight the tears that I know are coming> but we removed the ruby and sent it to auction. I still have the setting though.”
Tears immediately start streaming down my cheeks…
Never, Ever give up on your dreams
Believe in yourself
Make a plan
Shoot for the moon if you have too
If someone says, “that’s insane, come down to reality, that’s so far out of reach, be realistic.”
Smile and say, “Watch me.”










She is an incredible jewel.
She’s not perfect, she has signs of repairs made through the years from owners who refused to give up on her. Yet 250+ years later, she is still just as beautiful as the day she was forged.
She has stood the test of time.
So, without further ado, it is my great honor to introduce to you, Elizabeth:
“Lizzy for every day, My Pearl for Sundays, Goddess Divine but only on *very* special occasions, and when I am completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy, Mrs Darcy.”
“I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love--I love--I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”
Mrs Darcy, I too refuse to give up on you … let’s find you a new gemstone

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