The Ring Part 2

For the first couple of days, having a ring on my finger felt strange. I spent a lot of time staring down at my hand - in the kitchen, in the bathroom, outside in the sun, outside in the shade, while driving, in the mirror, under streetlights, while I was wearing blue, with hot pink nails, with no nail polish at all. After MUCH deliberation I decided that it sparkles the best in Jason's mom's kitchen, our bathroom and in the sunlight. Now, I'm aware that that sounds slightly strange, but the obsessive behavior didn't stop there. I quickly realized that I was afraid to do anything with my left hand. When I took Trouble for a walk, I held the leash in my right hand and when I drove, I gripped the steering wheel with my right hand. I took off my ring several times a day to wash my hands, just to make sure the ring wouldn't get dirty and wouldn't put lotion on afterwards. Luckily, as the days went on I got a little less OCD and a little more more comfortable with it and realized that driving and walking the dog weren't going to do any serious damage.

Along with my new level of comfort came smudges and dust and I became convinced that my ring no longer sparkled the way it did when Jason first slid it on my finger. And so began my quest for the perfect way to clean it. I did research on the internet and found a few different at-home remedies. After trying to clean it with a microfiber cloth, spritzing it with a pressurized air duster to dislodge dust (my coworker walked by mid-blast and looked at me like I was crazy), cleaning it with warm, soapy water and soaking it in watered down Windex I gave up and purchased an actual diamond and precious metal jewelry cleaner. After a 30 second dip in the little jar and few swipes of the magic little brush, my ring looks like it did 3 weeks ago. Enter my new obsession - cleaning my ring!

As odd as it felt in the beginning, my finger feels naked without it now, which brings me to my next challenge...dropping it off at the jewelers for a couple of days to have it re-sized. It seems that in these few short paragraphs I've already managed to share more than enough of my strange and embarrassing habits and obsessions with you so we'll save my upcoming separation anxiety with my ring for another post. :)

Until my next Happily Ever After...<3