Thanks to the Singapore JewelFest, today's paper is splashed with diamonds and engagement rings. Luckily (for CH), diamond is not really my best friend.
My first diamond ring is of course the solitare engagement ring from eons ago. At that time, I was so not used to wearing a rock that I ended up with scratches all over my cheek. After a week, I chucked it into the drawer and it has never seen the light again.
I bought my next ring in Belgium, the world's largest centre of diamond trade and industry. How can I leave Belgium without a diamond ring? So I bought myself two. This time, I picked smaller diamonds set amongst pretty emerald and sapphire gemstones. They were gorgeous and great for daily wear yet they didn't stay on my fingers for long.
Whilst I like looking at rings, I guess I'm just not good at wearing them. They get in my way when I'm doing housework and gardening. Strangely, I only buy rings when I'm traveling. I've bought rings encrusted with lovely gems from an Israeli man in a beach hut in Thailand and a diamond necklace from a souk in Dubai. My last purchase was a sapphire ring from a jewelry shop in Sri Lanka.
I've acquired these pretty things yet I'm wearing none today. Sometimes I even wonder where I've placed them.