Growing into things...

I was given this ring by my inimitable Aunty H when I was 16 or so.  It needed some repair work to it, nothing vast, but it has taken me until now (some several years I assure you) to take it to be fixed.  It was never a question of money but more that while the ring was certainly beautiful I was never sure it was me.

A few weeks ago I was deciding what jewellery to wear out to dinner when I had a sudden desire to wear it.  I dug out the box and headed to the repair shop the next day.  Two weeks later and it was all mended and lovely and I am thrilled to have on my hand.

It's odd to think that I have had the ring for nearly 16 years and never felt quite ready to wear it.  I truly believe that there are some things in life that you grow into; like olives and martinis and red lipstick.  I am so pleased that I hung onto the ring and that it will now be part of someone's life again.

The prettiest thing I own...

I have thought long and hard about what my first proper post should be dedicated to and decided that in honour of the title it should be something pretty.


I considered all the lovely things that I own; my sugar pink cake stand, the green 1950s vase, a Russian painted brooch, but none of them came close to my engagement ring.


It truly is the most beautiful thing that I own.  It is Art Deco in style although the stones are much older, probably from the late 1800s.  I love the fact that someone has owned and worn and loved it before me.  I love the fact that the stones were once part of a much grander piece of jewellery and now they are part of something that I own and wear and love.


But most of all I love what it means, the person who gave it to me and how I feel every time I look at my hand.