Last Splash

Tuesday, 01 November 2005

I'm back after a long weekend of working way too much. And eating a lot of candy yesterday. Halloween is the devil.

I went engagement ring shopping on Sunday. (Not alone, we went together...) It was a very nice experience. My man is the type that is always last to order when the waitress is at a table of ten, because he can never decide what it is exactly that he wants. Every time we get in the car, there's a moment of hesitation and he unfailingly asks "do you think it would be faster if we went..." (one of the generally exasperating but at the same time endearing qualities that just make him, him). So, naturally, the way he wants to buy an engagement ring is this: We walk into a store, try on five rings, I pick one and say "I want this ring right here, with a one carat stone, platinum, engraved with 'I love you' on the inside". (Not that that's anywhere close to what I want, just an example.)

I, on the other hand, am a very complicated woman. I want sidestones but not a three-stone ring. I want a band with diamonds as a wedding band, but NOT channel-set diamonds. I'm not traditional, but a princess solitaire on a wide band is something I'd go for. I don't like big chunky rings, but I love vintage settings. I like emerald cut, but only in a certain setting. Etc. etc. etc. I'm very clear on what I visually like (I use to manage a jewelry store, for crying out loud.) I also want to be surprised. (IE: his plan doesn't work for me.)

So, compromise. We picked 4 settings. Two are waaay too expensive, so unless the jeweler can come up with a generic version (instead of paying an extra $1000 because it's made by some guy named Scott Kay and I'm supposed to care. In the retail world, we call that 'adding perceived value' but luckily I know bullshit when I see it) I'm not getting those. The other two are the first one I picked out, and surprisingly, a vintage style that he picked. Now, I can't put on here what my favorite is b/c he likes to eavesdrop occasionally (what do you call that in web terms? websdrop? blogdrop?) and he's getting nothing out of me, but I'm very excited after our excursion.

I'm such a girl. Suddenly I'm looking online to see what bridal shows are coming, I've started a wedding "lookbook" with pages I've ripped out of magazines, and finding possible tie-the-knot and honeymoon sites. Ugh. Being a guy's girl, more into sports and good beer than getting dolled up to go drink Cosmo's at a girly-ass party, it's really hard sometimes to admit to being a girly girl. But I am...sigh. I buy lots of makeup, skincare, and hair products. I love clothes (although I am much more comfortable in my jeans and Chucks than anything involving heels). I read magazines and catalogues. I gossip. I'm hard to put up with on days when I'm emotional. Remind me again why you men put up with us?

Oh yes, that's right...T and A.

posted by: Cannonball14 at 15:11 | link | comments (2) |

Comments:

#1 01 November 2005 - 19:44

Yes, going from a "guy's girl" to a girly girl can be a difficult transition. It bothers me when I can't decide what to wear out. Or that I'll almost get upset when I don't have time to re-paint my toenails for an occasion (but really, who looks at my toenails?). But I figure it's part of the territory of being a girl, along with cramps, moodswings, and the inevitable bout of cattiness. And spotting a great ass from 50 feet. ;-)