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Jun. 1st, 2011 01:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I spent around $2200.00 having the diamonds from my grandmother's engagement ring reset after I broke the ring in half while driving the bulldozer this winter. (Platinum, it ain't cheap.) In the process, I got a substantially bigger, thicker, heavier band and had the diamond recessed and set into the ring so as not to stick up and get caught on shit. The point here was to have a solution to the recurring "bending the ring out of round" and "breaking it in half" problems that occur on a near-monthly basis in my life. I have no idea what the hell the problem is, here. I am told that platinum is a very sturdy metal. I do not break my fingers on a monthly basis. The fingers are fine... unmarked, unbruised, undamaged. The ring, however, gets the shit beat out of it. It appears that my fingers are stronger than platinum.
So I had this freaking work done (and spent a sum which COULD have been a two horse trailer, which I could actually use and which wouldn't get broken all the fucking time) and the damned diamond fell out of the ring while I was chiseling out a cement block wall at work last week. Luckily, it was kind of a sparkely diamond and I saw it there amongst the bits of dead cement block, so I picked it up out of the muck and went back to the jewelry store, ring and diamond in hand, to have the poor thing put back together *again*. (It's been a whole two months since I threw two grand at the problem, certainly I'm up for another go-round. Also, I don't want it in pieces.) Jewelry store calls a couple of days later, tells me it's another two hundred freaking dollars to fix the damn ring. I say OK. They put it back together, same as before, so that it's just like it was and will break again the next time I do anything work related.
I honestly don't think I am cut out for jewelry. My dumb-ass fingers swell up terribly when I do any sort of cardio, so I can't wear a ring while I'm wa-jogging. I also have five days a week where I can't wear a ring because I'm tired of destroying it at work. At this point, it can bloody well live in a drawer because I can't afford this.
So I had this freaking work done (and spent a sum which COULD have been a two horse trailer, which I could actually use and which wouldn't get broken all the fucking time) and the damned diamond fell out of the ring while I was chiseling out a cement block wall at work last week. Luckily, it was kind of a sparkely diamond and I saw it there amongst the bits of dead cement block, so I picked it up out of the muck and went back to the jewelry store, ring and diamond in hand, to have the poor thing put back together *again*. (It's been a whole two months since I threw two grand at the problem, certainly I'm up for another go-round. Also, I don't want it in pieces.) Jewelry store calls a couple of days later, tells me it's another two hundred freaking dollars to fix the damn ring. I say OK. They put it back together, same as before, so that it's just like it was and will break again the next time I do anything work related.
I honestly don't think I am cut out for jewelry. My dumb-ass fingers swell up terribly when I do any sort of cardio, so I can't wear a ring while I'm wa-jogging. I also have five days a week where I can't wear a ring because I'm tired of destroying it at work. At this point, it can bloody well live in a drawer because I can't afford this.
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