Fear the Ring! My Precious!

I’m writing the blog you aren’t supposed to write, but for anyone else out there who may have gotten recently engaged it will be most appreciated.  From that first moment you say yes, you are on some cloud outside earth and it’s literally the only thing you can think about, blissfully, while even ignoring your new fiancé (sorry babe) due to the fact that it really happened. I mean you are really engaged, no seriously, he really got down on one knee, no, he really, really loves you and you really, really love him, and you are really getting married, for real,…no, seriously. And after thinking for years you would be an old maid forever, you have this big shiny ring on your finger is blinking at you like a beautiful star in the solar system that has your name on it. 

 I literally stared at my ring for a week straight. Immediately, I was distracted by this foreign glimmer on my left hand and I had to look at it even while driving, which is by far more distracting than texting behind the wheel, I just had to see it, over and over and over again. I also began meticulously figuring out which angles make it sparkle more and extending my fingers to train myself how to show others while not trying to get the best view of it myself.  

 Don’t even get me started when I had to take it off to swim in the ocean on vacation, I could only stay in the water for five minutes before I had to leave my new fiancé to go check to make sure the ring wasn’t stolen from my bag, even though my friends were watching it from less than a foot away. Yes, I had no idea that my ring would become my new baby, puppy or other semi-precious something that I must watch over continuously or my entire world would implode. 

 But what no one told me is that I would be constantly fearful about this ring.  I agonize that if I leave it on while doing dishes, showering or washing my hands it might get dinged, scratched or a rock might even fall out. At the same time, I am crazy that when it’s off it will somehow roll across the counter, onto the floor, bounce across the tile, open the door, stumble outside and fall into a storm drain disappearing forever.

I know that I can’t let my ring down and now that my pre-ring nail polish now looks absolutely awful, I am left contemplating whether or not I should I shell out the cash to keep getting my fingers pampered for my new shiny, sparkly, newborn baby-angel diamond ring or if I should save the money for my wedding and take off the polish, and go au naturale?  I would like to remind my readers that I have had maybe ten manicures in my entire life and am typically a frugal diva, however, the pressure to give my ring what it wants is undeniable.  

What is this ring and how has it taken over my life? Even so, I love this ring and want to give it everything it deserves. Hey, you only get an engagement ring once, right? Fast forward ten years and I’m sure I will be all brittle nails and bleeding cuticles, so I better treat my ring like the only-child while I still can, right? 

Thank you all for enjoying my pre-wedding OCD and my blog. Many more Mandi moments to come  : ) 

My Precious