Grandma Eva's ruby and diamond ring. It makes me feel almost decadent when I wear it, so I wear it nearly every day. Grandma's fingers were just a bit sturdier than mine, and so the ring has a tendency to slip to one side but I don't mind that it has a little life of its own. It sparkles most transfixingly under any light, and I have been known to stop and stare, surreptitiously, at my own hand while shopping for apples and cauliflower in the market...
I like to pretend that I am a once-wealthy lady, who has suffered a reversal of fortune and fallen on hard times, but who will never, never, give up her rubies...
from the bit I can make out...yes guard that ring! It is a beauty!
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful!
ReplyDeleteIt's a dream of a ring...
ReplyDeleteThey say that beauty truly reflects other great beauty. I'd have to agree.
ReplyDeleteoh gawd!!!!!!
ReplyDeletejimmy
let me get a bucket
Its all a beautiful blurrrrrrr!
ReplyDeleteWear it, wear it. You go girl.
ReplyDeleteIt looks like it is a beautiful ring, from what I can see. Jewelry should be seen they say, and this one deserves to be seen.
Thank you for sharing it with us.
God bless.
To have something like this handed down...wonderful! And maybe it does have a life of it's own...nice. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely, I've got an opal ring with a little chip in it that was once my Grandmother's.
ReplyDeleteLeah,
ReplyDeleteYour grandma would be proud to see her rocks on your fingers.
I have a string of pearls from my grandma....
I don't wear rings... but it looks good on you!
ReplyDeletelove the pics, gives them a dreamy feel, much like the day dreams when wearing them.
ReplyDeleteLove your post. The second sentence is a bijoux ! You have no ring, you have an personnality on one finger that capture a sense of a woman. I'm sure you have your own personnality that can keep up with it. Lovely post. (Hope you can understand what I wanted to say, the dictionnary was not a big help on this one.) ;o)
ReplyDeleteFabulous.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post Leah
ReplyDeleteWonderful post. Love the thought of the ring turning because it has a life of its own. Very sweet!
ReplyDeletethe ring looks beautiful. and it's nice to have something of your grandmother's that you can wear. i have one of my grandma's rings too - the first one my grandpa ever made for her. i wear it every day
ReplyDeleteHey, it would look lovely with my garnet earrings!
ReplyDelete"Grandmothers don't have to be smart, only answer questions like,
ReplyDelete"Why isn't God married?""
~ Written by a 3rd grader
I read that once and laughed way too hard. Hope you enjoy.
Your post is lovely, and so is the ring if I use my imagination! And honestly, the photos are beautiful.
XO
P.S. Thanks for not competing for the lobster socks because without you in the mix I seriously think I have a prayer in hell of winning. That's if Bob's having an "off" day and isn't wearing his glasses. ;)
Oh, and yeah, for laughs let me echo what Kylie said.
ReplyDeleteJeez Jimmy. You're starting to get a bit repetitious, man. You need to watch that in yer old age...
It's good Jimmy's in England, otherwise hubby would get a run for his money.
ReplyDelete;)
Took me so long to write the first one Megan slipped in at the exact time I wrote the second one. She's #1. I hope that's not a foreshadow of what to take place over at Bob's. Damn.
ReplyDeleteColette--That's why I worry about wearing it hither and yon, but I just can't help myself, lol.
ReplyDeleteDevil--Thanks! I really think so too...
Megan--and it helps me in my daydreaming pursuits...
JB--*fans flushed face but feels undeserving of such an opulent compliment*
Kylie--I won't tell you again, Missy! Don't compromise my special Jimmy comments! They're all I've got! ; )
Baino--yes, that's what I was going for--I felt a clearer picture would have been immodest, like a shot of fancy underwear!
ReplyDeleteMrsupole--thanks for supporting me in my pursuit of bejeweledness...
subtorp--yes, I think maybe it does, between the slipping and the glinting and sparkling!
Clever Pup--I adore opal, but don't have a piece. I love that fiery center so much.
Auntie--you know, I do think my grandma would be happy that I'm wearing it. I also have a treasured string of pearls. Those are tucked away though.
Just Bob--thanks sweetie! And what, no gigantic gold pinky ring for you?
ReplyDeleteBrian--very nice comment, I'm so glad I maybe captured the daydreamy feel...
Mariane--your comment was lovely, I understood perfectly! And you can feel free to comment in French anytime you might visit here--my husband is bi-lingual and can always translate!
NSCG--that's actually the word I sometimes whisper to myself when I look down and catch sight of the ring...
Candie--thank you dear--
ReplyDeleteWings--like a friendly ghost inhabits it, maybe!
Jaime-- i have one of my grandma's rings too - the first one my grandpa ever made for her. That is very intriguing! I would love to see a pic!
Willow--I thought exactly the same thing when I saw your gorgeous earrings!
Suzy--that is funny! And yes, I really didn't think I should pursue those lobster socks. Although I love them, to be honest...
ReplyDeleteMegan!!!!--I repeat what I have told my dear Kylie re: my dear Jimmy, see above. Jimmy and I have an understanding, see? He leaves me my special comment and I, well, I suck it down like some Glenfiddich. I guess that's not much of an understanding there, is it, after all. But unless you've got some fine single malt whiskey to leave here, well...
; )
Suzy--Jimmy's actually in Scotland, even more compelling--but since Sarge has a thing for Scots, well, maybe he'd give me a run for my money!
Jimmy--if you're back here for some reason, don't be too scared...
A treasure from your grandmother, its wonderful that you wear it daily. Beautiful things are to be used, not squirreled away.
ReplyDeleteAhhhhhhhhh, Scotland. Now it ALL makes sense.
ReplyDeleteAhhh.. the green eyes is a terrible thing indeed. The hideousness of the green can sadly blind a person from the tongue-in-cheek way in which we Europeans convey our thoughts.
ReplyDeleteI'm still reeling over the fact that I was mistaken for an Englishman.
What a terrible terrible insult to lay at a man's feet.
Dude - don't lose it in the cauliflower at Key!
ReplyDeleteAllison
Jimmy, honestly I'm not sure how anyone could mistake you for an Englishman. Hope that helps salve the cruel insult.
ReplyDeletebut no offense, Suzy.
Allison--believe me, I've thought of that. The vegetable cases are a mere overlay, I believe, of some sort of circle of hell that lies beneath Key...I'd never get my ring back...
xo
Salved, soothed, and still salaciously smiling.
ReplyDeleteI wear my father's wrist watch and sometimes his ring.
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing else left.
Jimmy, Oh thank God. *goes back to pressing the skirt for Confession*
ReplyDeletemago--I understand. I wear my dad's watch sometimes too...
ReplyDeleteI just can't believe you need that much affirmation, Leah darlin'. Want, yes of course, yes, yes.
ReplyDeleteScots wha hae!
Megan--Must. Have. Affirmation.
ReplyDeleteYour daydreams are fabulous. You should definitely write a book about them.
ReplyDeletePlease.
Did you knock Grams over the head for the ring? Just kidding. I just got off of Bob's blog and now I'm all sarcastic and stuff. Nice post.
ReplyDelete*adjusts tiara and moves along*
ReplyDeleteLove that jewelry that comes with sentiment. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteNever say die and never give up those beautiful rubies. They are so sparkly. No wonder you are transfixed. You and Willow were on the same wavelength.
ReplyDeletei do that too! (pretend I'm rich. lol.)
ReplyDeleteKaren--thank you! How bolstering.
ReplyDeleteCece--LOLol!!!!
MJ--but is it cubic zirconia or the real thing?!
Skeeter--indeed, it's the very best sort of jewelry. Haunted jewels.
Ronda--I know, isn't that funny? I'm covetous of those gorgeous garnet earrings--my birthstone after all!
Reyjr--right now I'm sitting in my castle, wearing ermine, and surrounded by my servants!!!
Right now I'm sitting in my shack eating an egg sandwich and surrounded by honery little boys. (The annoying neighbor kid is here.) But soon we will be going to The Museum of Discovery. That is our field trip for today. The boys are on sping break and I took the day off to spend with them. And that is our secret trip I have planned. Enjoy your day!
ReplyDeleteRubies are a girls best friend?
ReplyDeleteLeah!!! Thank you for the adorable soup card from NEW YORK!!!
ReplyDeleteSorry, I just forgot to tell you that. I got it a month ago. I'm horrible. :(
Oh I love the pics...so mysterious! Love that it was your G'ma's! Thanks for stopping by the other day! I love seeing your there!
ReplyDeletewear it, sugar...and enjoy it! xoxoxo
ReplyDeleteCece--I love an egg sandwich! I shall have my butler fetch me one at once.
ReplyDeleteKris--yes, I do believe they are!
Karen--Don't worry! I'm glad you liked it. xo
Robyn--hi dollface!
savannah--I'm wearing it even as I type this!
Jimmy darlin', here, I found the Vaseline. That should sooth your Scottish ego. I'll let Leah rub it all over. That should do the trick! "Leah darlin', be gentle cuz Jimmy's sensitive."
ReplyDeleteEnglishmen, Scottishmen, Irishmen? There's a difference? *Rolls eyes in head.* Good Lord. Megan, can you poor me some Irish Breakfast Tea please. Oh, and honey, I think I need a scone. You know us Polish/English...we get confused.
Jimmy, you know what's so damn funny, I've been so afraid to talk to you because you seem too damn smart for me and Leah's more your type. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh screw it. You ain't so bad and Leah's just a wee bit smarter! Hi honey!!! (She'll debate that you know.)
XO
Suzy! Vaseline? Heaven forfend. Way too sticky. Plus that petroleum smell. I don't think I've ever even owned a jar!
ReplyDeleteAlong with my high IQ goes high-end emollients.
I still support Jimmy's contention: Scotsmen and Englishmen are as different as dogs and hamsters. And I know which I'd rather have.
I'll just have to pretend Severus is a Glesga man from now on, I guess.
A whole world of differences concerning the races of the UK then there are the lower sub-species of Catholic too.
ReplyDeleteThe beaten Catholic Jacobites ended up joining the English army because there was no where else for them and so tainted the Scottish as merely another cannon fodder race like the Welsh and Irish, I'll write a book about it some day.
I sometimes wear my dad's old used condom.
Old Knudsen, I'll buy your book.
ReplyDeleteAnd yer dad would be touched I'm sure.
See, that's why Jimmy would never even notice me...I'd be "slip-sliddin' away in a sorta uncomfortable sticky way!"
ReplyDeleteI love you darling. You're the best. And no, I don't expect a visit from Jimmy soon!!! Thanks for the fun. You have such fun friends.
OX Moi