We ran off and eloped, and it was beautiful and lovely and perfect. Almost.
Because our whole engagement was five days (after 8 years, so not totally rushed...), and I sorted out the paperwork, dress alteration and ring in lunchbreaks, we weren't able to get my ring resized in time. No problem. I'd wear it for the ceremony and once we were back, get it resized.
Ceremony was a summer evening in a lovely garden and then afterwards we had a picnic on the beach with really good red wine. By the time we packed up, it was dusk, we were slightly drunk, and as I flicked the sand off the picnic blanket my brand new wedding ring also flipped off into the sand. Where it went... not sure. Clumsily throwing myself on hands and knees to search for it in the half-dark almost certainly buried it, though we kept sifting through the sand trying to find it. No luck. Having managed to keep hold of my wedding ring for a good two hours before I had lost it made me feel a bit ridiculous but I was convinced I'd find it once the sun came up. Feeling like I was going to throw up all night I finally went back to the beach on my own in the early morning while new husband was still sleeping and directed a CSI-worthy sand search. No luck. In the end, I called my jeweller a couple of hours later (cue a somewhat amusing conversation to the incredulous guy as I explained I lost my wedding ring ON my wedding day) and just bought another identical ring by phone. My husband and I have decided to not talk about this forevermore so it doesn't become all we think about when we think of our awesome elopement. Needless to say, once in possession of my new ring, I got it resized pretty fucking quickly.
Ha! Sounds traumatic. But just in case, these things aren't omens or anything. Love is what matters.
ReplyDeleteIt's good luck to lose your ring because it means your love is out there in the world. :) Sounds like all's well that ends well.
ReplyDeleteMy husband lost his ring in the snow about 12 hours after our wedding. I thought it was funny. We found it after the snow melted.
ReplyDeleteWow, that's nightmare worthy. So sorry to hear that!
ReplyDeleteMy worst ring nightmare is loosing it on the subway tracks. Ahh!!!
ReplyDeleteMy fiancée has already ordered me NEVER to go after it, but I know it would be so tempting.
DeleteMy dad lost his wedding ring twice over the years, and then found it again years later both times. The first time it happened, he was planting a tree. The ring must have fallen off into the hole he had dug. He didn't realize it was gone until he had already filled in the hole with the tree in it. Years later he dug the tree up to see if he could find it, and sure enough there it was, under the roots of the poor tree!
ReplyDeleteI've lost two promise rings over the years due to getting the wrong size and putting off resizing. (And one would think we'd learn our lesson the first time, nope.) But we made damn sure my engagement ring is the exact right size before we bought it.
ReplyDeleteApparently there's such a thing as a ring-finding service. So it must happen a lot.
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