How involved should you be in your engagement ring process?

Were you like me growing up?

After seeing proposals as a kid on telly and stuff, I always assumed that the entire process of getting engaged was a giant surprise.

Whenever I would see those jumbotron proposals, I would always think to myself, “What if she says no,” not realizing until a teacher told me later, that a proposal, and an engagement, generally, were discussed at length prior to it happening.

So all that said, when I got into a relationship, the sort where I felt like I could share my life with this person, I had no idea how we were supposed to go about choosing a ring.

Wasn’t I supposed to be surprised?

DID I want to be surprised?

And then I thought about it.

I love Austin so deeply.  However, throughout the course of our nearly four-year courtship, it became apparent that he might need some help picking out the jewelry that would symbolize the start of our relationship together.

For one, he was colorblind.  When colors, especially those on the same note, were mashed together, he couldn’t tell the difference, which I learned after we spent a weekend painting together.

For two, he was a straight male engineer.  Engineers are notoriously no-frills.  He likes his hair buzzed.  He doesn’t like fancy clothes.  And fashion isn’t one of his main concerns.  And knowing that, I still decided to try the whole “going to pick out a genre of ring, and letting my man decide” thing.

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

My husband didn’t know what to do.  He didn’t know what was a pretty metal.  He didn’t understand why I liked the stone in a certain shape.

So off to the jeweler we went.

We went to a custom jeweler in 5-Points who sat down with both of us.  Austin gave him his budget on the DL, and I gave him what I wanted, after I figured out what I wanted.  The day Austin got down on his knee, I was surprised, happy, and I think Austin was happy with my answer 🙂

So to answer the original question?

It’s really a matter of individual preference.  But for me?  I liked having my hand in the design process.

What do you think?  How involved will you (were you) in the engagement ring process?

 

Okay, for all of you guys who are whining and moaning about how excited I am about the royal baby…

You can literally have a seat. Like. If you’re one of those people who’s an Oscar-the-Grouch, and you’re like “Oh why should I care about this again??” with your condescending tone, seriously, as the great philosophers Posh, Scary, Baby, and Ginger once said, “Spice up ya life.” Babies are fun. The royal family is a fun figurehead. And it’s so fun to get riled up about something when there’s so much bad stuff going on in the world. Calm down. I don’t make fun of you for caring about things like Nascar, and WWF, so cut us fun chickadees some slack.

Onto the good stuff!

My Heart
My Heart, my K-2 Zoo girls!

I left my heart in the Poconos this morning. For those of you who’ve been following along, my posts have been a little further and fewer between this week, as I’ve been blogging from the (dis)comfort of my iPhone all week from Camp Pocono Trails, a weight-loss camp in the Pocono Mountains. Seriously, if you’ve ever blogged from an iPhone, ouch, right? Anyhoo, camp was a blast. I taught Zumba, and played full-on role of counselor this week. And I loved it. Sure, I decided to come (unbeknownst to me,) in the thick of a stifling heat wave, and I literally had to change clothes 3 times a day because of how soaked I was from the workouts, and I looked like a wilted flower the entire time, but it was all in good fun.

I learned something while I was there, which is cool, because after like, three years at weight-loss camp, you think all your learning is done. I learned, during one of the evening activities, to establish a goal everyday. So I’ll be gosh-darned, I am going to try that. I’m training for a marathon, planning my wedding, moving apartments, among other insanity, and you know how I’m gonna get through it? I’m gonna wake up with a goal in mind every day. Sometimes I’ll share, sometimes I won’t, lest I tmi you with the minutiae of the upkeep it takes to be a girl, but today’s goal, as I wound my way down through the Delaware Water Gap? Blog for you guys, and run. Done, and done 🙂