If you see my left finger anytime soon, don’t panic — I have not lost my engagement ring. It’s in the shop.
Sounds funny, right? The day Leo put it on my finger, I thought it fit pretty well. But after a few weeks of wear, I realized one-half size down might be a good idea, lest I lose it down the shower drain. So instead of a size 7.5, I will be a size 7.
Leo did his best. He stole the ring I wear on my right finger and had it measured. Generally, you can subtract a half-size from that (if it’s your writing hand) to deduce the left ring size. Trouble is, that ring is a half-size too big for my right hand anyway. Oops.
I’m also having the ring appraised so we can insure it — again, lest I lose it down the shower drain. (I tend to be klutzy, ok?)
After only a few weeks of wearing it, I miss it already. The jeweler is backed up though, so it might be more than a week. At least I know I can’t lose it!
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