Feelings of Guilt! More wedding madness
Future Husband and I are going to go wedding ring shopping this weekend and one of his co-workers suggested checking out Sam’s Club. Yes – I know all of the liberal arguments against the evil empire built by Sam Walton (I’ve probably waged part of them), but I’m not adverse to finding a deal on stuff that I’m kind of obligated to buy.
Being the industrious person that I am, I hopped onto the Sam’s website quick to take a quick look at their wedding bands. I just want something simple that will go with my engagement ring and I was hoping to find a ring for FH that looks like my grandpa’s old wedding ring. (It was a gorgeous two-tone band that was an incredible piece of jewelry.)
Oh. Dear. Don’t get me wrong – as something of an admirer of jewelry (don’t wear it, but I admire it), I know that rings will cost you a pretty penny, but the ring like my grandfather’s? $300. And I’m wading in the cheap end of the spectrum.
This prompted a somewhat panicky email to my beloved which asked him if it was OK if I spent $50-100 on a ring, but how terrible I felt buying him something “cheap” when he had bought me such a lovely engagement ring. My missive ended: “You’re kind of getting the shaft, dear.”
Well – FH is a practical man. He just wants something simple and doesn’t want us to spend a lot of money on our rings. But man … I’m still reeling from a bit of sticker shock.
I think this shock can be attributed in one way: I am my father’s daughter. That lends itself to a bit of frugality on my part, but mostly, I think of my father and remember that he’s probably on his fourth wedding ring. I don’t know what happened to the Original, but Number Two simply wore out from years of wear and I think he had one cut off at some point after an injury. I think … I could have made that last one up.
And then – I have a strange paranoia that any of my classmates who read this blog will probably understand: If I buy a ring for my beloved, I want to make sure it is NOT made of an undestructible material. Why is this? This I blame on my high school psychology teacher who was missing his ring finger after an unfortunate accident where it got … removed … after his wedding ring had got caught on a nail as he was jumping down from the ladder in his attic. That story still gives me nightmares.
Posted: January 8th, 2009 under Everyday Living, Relationships, Where My Money Goes.
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Comment from Melanie
Time: January 9, 2009, 6:35 am
I remember said teacher, and still have nightmares about him!
On another note, we found my engagement ring on sale for $100 and it came with 2 wedding bands (his and hers). My husband never wears his because he does auto work and is worried about catching it on something. He will bring it out of the safe now and then and wear it out if we go out somewhere special. I am so glad that we didn’t spend a lot on it just to have it sit in the safe.
My wedding band was a plain gold ring and I wanted something with a little bling! So we actually ended up buying an anniversary band for about $300, and soldering it to the plain band. I wore it for about a year until I got annoyed catching it on things at work and I stuck it in the safe also.
I pulled my rings out late last summer and spent $130 having them sized so I can wear them again. I have to say that I haven’t taken them off yet.
Comment from Paul
Time: January 9, 2009, 7:26 am
I had a gym teacher who lost a finger for the very same reason – in his case the ring got caught on a basketball hoop rim – granted not so smart to be wearing a ring while you’re dunking, but same thing. And then he got divorced. So…indestructible may be bad 
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