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One-Ring Circus - The story of what happened when I lost my wedding ring.

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I got married 14 years ago. At that time I was tiny. I was a size zero (I even had my wedding dress taken in!) and my ring size was small (5½) – so small that our jeweler didn’t make the wedding ring we wanted in my size. To get around this, we had to order my husband’s ring and have a jeweler make mine using his as a pattern. We thought that was symbolic, and pretty neat.

Now let’s fast-forward – 14 years and 3 kids later. I’m no longer a size zero, and my wedding ring was feeling tight – all the time. If my fingers were swollen, I’d just forget it. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to remove it. When I was pregnant, I didn’t even wear it for fear of having to have it cut off.


But then last week happened. I was in the kitchen preparing food and my ring was irritating my finger. I took it off and put it on the counter. I remember thinking to myself that was a bad move, but I got distracted preparing dinner for a family birthday party.


That night I couldn’t find my ring anywhere. Panic! The next day we all scoured the house with no luck. I was devastated. The garbage had already been taken out. My husband took apart the sink and looked in the trap. Nothing. After looking every place I could imagine, I resigned myself to the fact that it was gone. This was even more upsetting to me because my engagement ring was stolen a few years ago, so my wedding band was all I had left.


About a week later, I opened a kitchen drawer in search of something else and what did I find? My ring (of course), tucked away in that drawer. I must have put it there for safekeeping after seeing it on the counter, but didn’t remember doing it. We had looked in those drawers multiple times and missed it, but that’s the way those things go. I decided at that moment that I was going to have my ring resized. I was NOT going to let this happen again.


I knew exactly who to bring it to – Lance at Pierce Jewelers at Colonial TownPark. He measured my ring size at a 6½ (take note, dear husband) and told me the ring would be ready the next day.


I’m not sure what sort of voodoo magic Lance weaved in those 24 hours, but my wedding ring looks amazing. The engraving was even recreated so that the ring looked exactly like it had before, just slightly thinner (which I sort of love) and one size bigger. Putting it on was a dream. It easily came off and on like it had 14 years and 20 pounds ago.


I couldn’t be more thrilled with my ring, and plan on never taking it off. I only hope I’m not writing this post again in 14 more years, having gained another 20 pounds.

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