Ah Sue,

Fortunately for you, the stress of this MBA program is totally overwhelming me at the moment so I have no stress left for you and your unplanned-yet-definitely-happening wedding!

But do share some further details… your new moissanite is cushion-cut? Are there any sidestones? Do tell!

The other day I had my first dental appointment in London - no biggie, since I do have perfect teeth (for real. No cavities, no braces, no grinding, nada! Pure perfection! Dentists can never believe I haven’t had braces. My teeth are also unnaturally white, especially considering the amounts of coffee and red wine I drink - uh, drank, pre-detox, that is. Anyway.) - just had to have a cleaning. So I lay back in the chair, and this cute little hygienist puts on her mask and starts up the sonic cleaning thing (which, I mean, is it me or do those things always hurt more than they look like they should?), and then says, “Oh my goodness! Look at your ring!” And then - wait for it - I love the Brits - “That’s a proper sparkler!” And then she asked to see it up close.

Not that this is about me and my engagement ring of dreams.

So your new moissanite is cushion-cut, eh? Is it a solitaire, like this lovely moissanite morsel:

Courtesy of the confusingly-named www.moissanitediamond.com

Or did you get side stones, like these?

www.moissanitediamond.com again. Still confusing.

What about your wedding band? Is it plain or a moissanite eternity band? Deets, stat, lady!

Please, give me an excuse to think of bling instead of corporate finance…

xoxo,

DomestiGal Jen

Uy, uy, uy.

Dearest DomestiGals,

The moissanite-ring-of-dreams arrived, and, rather sadly, is not for me.  I can’t believe I’m about to say this (as DomestiGal Jen may never speak to me again), but… there was too much bling.

Yup.

Too. Much. Bling.

And Sparkle.  (Let me read directly from my DomestiGal bio:  Sue was a special young girl, playing MASH with her friends but never dreaming of a wedding or diamonds. (White was never her color, and she dislikes all things that sparkle.)

While I appreciate that Jen needs bling to blind her fellow MBA students from passing their exams so that she can ace all of them, I really don’t have that need.  I mean, had I worn it during today’s 4 mile Colon Cancer Challenge race in Central Park, I would’ve blinded the 90 year old man that I was running neck-in-neck with.  That just wouldn’t have been nice.

Let’s take another look at my moissanite, shall we?

Sue's Wedding Ring.. has been eliminated!

It’s just so pretty!  I’m devastated that I don’t like it.  I showed it to Sherika and she absolutely loved it.  My other friend, Kim, was also in love and wore it for about 20 minutes during dinner.  They both thought it looked like a real diamond.

Then my jewelry expert friend Yaf came over this weekend for the *real* review.  I swear, I think she may have a better eye than diamond dealers, as diamond dealers can’t tell the difference between moissanites and diamonds, but Yaf can.

First of all, though I’m a size 4.5, I decided to take Jen’s suggestion to heart (the fact that one day I’ll be uber-fat from having lil’ DomestiGal babies) and get a slightly larger size.  I went for a 5, and the thing is practically falling off my hand.  But that’s not why I’m returning it.

I thought, since I was buying it as a set, that the engagement ring and wedding ring would actually, magically, fit together.  I didn’t realize there would be a 12 inch gap between the two rings and that they wanted me to wear it on both hands!

Aside from that, the center stone, aside from looking yellowish in certain lights, just looked too big on my finger!  (Even The Doctor said I needed a smaller ring!)  I understand that this is Manhattan, and that bling is where it’s at, but I don’t think it needs to be *at* my finger.

Anyway, so the search for the perfect moissanite still continues. This is really unfortunately, as I’m a) exhausted b) can’t stand searching for rings and c) am sick of obsessing.

Jen, will you just pick one for me already? What about this one?

Sue's Moissanite Ring of Dreams... take two?

Did any of you ever receive an engagement ring (or other piece of jewelry) that you secretly hated?  Do tell…
Love,

Ringless Sue

Hello Sue!

Apologies for being MIA recently… that’s Miserable In Assessments. Seriously. I have had two group projects, two exams, and three papers to write! Insanity! And SO not fabulous!

What IS fabulous? Your moissanite wedding rings!! I love love LOVE them! Good for you for crossing over to the bling side, baby! I have now worn the Ring of Dreams for over a month and have yet to see a piece of jewelry that compares. Not that I’m biased. Not to mention the fact that I will totally have kicked ass on my exams because I doubtless blinded everyone else in the room. Gotta love the engagement ring as competitive advantage!

I am also slightly obsessing over the fact that you are getting married on Buddha Day. You will have the greatest Feng Shui Wedding of all time! I am rather devastated that I will not be able to be there, as we will have just returned from our Wedding Planning Whirlwind. We have thus far made five appointments in as many days. Full itinerary to come, Sue, as I know that Sue of the Non-Wedding Feng Shui Fest will want to live vicariously through Jen of the Wedding of Dreams.

In other wedding-related news (like there’s any other news that matters), we received our Save-the-Dates! Keep your eyes on your box - your MAILbox, Sue! - because we’ll be sending them soon. They are super cute. A tri-fold card with a detachable calendar with our date circled on it. Simple and different and fun and lovely. And orange! Yes! I used an orange color for the font! After all, if I can’t actually have an orange wedding dress, I might as well make as much of the rest of the wedding orange, right? Right.

More news to come. You know you want it.

xoxo,

DomestiGal Jen

Um, hello Sue,

Obv you will need to wear your red wedding dress again… when you marry me and The Lawyer!

Seriously. So make sure your sister uses stretchy material (jersey, anyone? Anyone? Bueller?) in case you get knocked up. Which you know you will. Bring on the JewAsian babies!

Here in the UK, it is Day Nine of The Reign of the Ring of Dreams. I have gotten nothing but A to the Mazing feedback on my engagement ring, from girls and boys alike! I have been taking a tally of words most often used to describe the ring, and here are the top three:

1. Sparkly

2. Gorgeous

3. HUGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Ok, that last one is not an all-out bronze medalist. It’s basically tied with “beautiful,” “amazing,” and “ice rink.”)

I kid, I kid! I told The Lawyer that I did not want a Finger-Chopper, i.e. an engagement ring that, if worn in public, would result in my getting my ring finger chopped off. So The Lawyer sized it brilliantly - just big enough to stand out, but not so big that I walk lop-sided, my left hand hanging lower than my right.

Not that there is anything wrong with Finger-Choppers. Some of my fave celebs’ engagement rings are total Finger-Choppers! In fact, my two favorite Finger-Choppers of all-time happen to belong to the world’s hottest and first WAGs: Coleen McLoughlin (Mrs. Wayne Rooney) and Victoria Beckham (Mrs. David Hottiehottieboomalottie Beckham/Posh Spice). Check ‘em:

The incredible engagement ring of Coleen McLoughlin, via iconocast.com

The uberPosh ring of Victoria Beckham, via daylife.com

I mean. Whoa. Right?

So, the Ring of Dreams will not be losing me any fingers (knock on wood), but it certainly has brought me incredible joy.

What more can a girl - um, Gal - dream for?

xoxo,

DomestiGal Jen

Girls, here it is. This is what DomestiGal Sue actually looks like.

Okay, sort of. But. Um, not really at all.

Because I’m way hotter.

Totally diggin’ her cleavage though. Clearly pronounced by that diamond necklace and the V-neck dress.

Anyway.

So, I think I’m ready. Not really for a diamond *diamond* ring. But for a moissanite diamond ring.

Did DomestiGal Jen just faint? Wake up, darling, you heard right!

Here’s the deal. Last weekend I flew back to Vermont to visit mumsy and daddykins for my dad’s 60th birthday. I showed my mom my Domestic Partnership ring and the Asian woman did not approve. Okay, mind you, it was also the first time she was seeing my youngest sister’s way-too-fabulous Tiffany’s diamond engagement ring, but still.

Can you really compare my Domestic Partnership ring to a Tiffany’s ring?

In typical, manipulative Asian mom style, she did the deepest, dirtiest trick: she made me try on all her diamond and pseudo-diamond rings. Including her wedding ring.

Then, mommy dearest made me fly back to NYC wearing one of these beyond fabulous pseudo-diamond rings. I may or may not be wearing it now while blogging.

Anyway, I’m now entranced. DomestiGal ooh-I’m-so-different-anti-diamond Sue (ew, I’m so sick of myself) has now turned into DomestiGal I NEED A DIAMOND RING STAT Sue.

The next thing you know, I may actually want to get married, or something terribly perverse like that.

Ladies, please, please, please take pictures of her beautiful diamond rings and post them now.

Wait, why are you still reading?

Run — run like an Asian tourist to your camera and snap those photos!

I’m begging you!

Love,

Diamond Diva Sue