This isn't about specs or anything, but I thought I'd post it anyway. While talking about diamond ring shopping, my grandmother told me this story of an event that happened while I was away at college:
Sometime a few years ago, she noticed the center stone from her engagement ring had fallen out. She and my grandfather will be celebrating 57 years together in September, so the ring was old and one of the prongs had broken. The diamond is certainly not very big, since they were young and he had spent a few years after high school in the army. Anyway, with limited ability, she searched everywhere for the little stone. She's 80 years old and starting to lose her eyesight, so other people in my family helped in the search but to no avail. I can't imagine how devastated she was, even though anyone in the family would have gladly purchased a replacement. Then one day a couple weeks later, she was sitting on her sofa - a sofa that's used daily - watching TV and put her hand down on the cushion next to her, reaching for the remote control. She felt something under her hand, and there was the diamond! She immediately put it and her ring in a plastic bag for storage until it could be taken to a jeweler for repair. Relaying the story today, I could see how much that little old stone was worth to her. So many of us are concerned with upgrade policies, but I think it's wonderful to see how much an original, modest ering means to someone in their twilight years.
Sorry if this post is misplaced, but I was wondering if anyone else had an interesting diamond story to share.
Sometime a few years ago, she noticed the center stone from her engagement ring had fallen out. She and my grandfather will be celebrating 57 years together in September, so the ring was old and one of the prongs had broken. The diamond is certainly not very big, since they were young and he had spent a few years after high school in the army. Anyway, with limited ability, she searched everywhere for the little stone. She's 80 years old and starting to lose her eyesight, so other people in my family helped in the search but to no avail. I can't imagine how devastated she was, even though anyone in the family would have gladly purchased a replacement. Then one day a couple weeks later, she was sitting on her sofa - a sofa that's used daily - watching TV and put her hand down on the cushion next to her, reaching for the remote control. She felt something under her hand, and there was the diamond! She immediately put it and her ring in a plastic bag for storage until it could be taken to a jeweler for repair. Relaying the story today, I could see how much that little old stone was worth to her. So many of us are concerned with upgrade policies, but I think it's wonderful to see how much an original, modest ering means to someone in their twilight years.
Sorry if this post is misplaced, but I was wondering if anyone else had an interesting diamond story to share.