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