As Matt likes to remind me, because “reuse” comes before “recycling,” it’s even better. My new ring is a delightful way of reusing– it’s an antique. We don’t know exactly which year, but I think turn of the century. It definitely reminds me of Edith Wharton, of Gatsby parties, of a grandmother’s jewelry box and dressing table. We found it online, and it was owned by a small antique business in Idaho; when Matt called the woman to order it, she reassured him that she was going “straight to the bank” to get it out of the vault and mail it to us straightaway. Ahh, I love that small town generosity in doing business.
I can no longer find a photo of it online, so I’ll try to describe it and post photos later. The top, which sits on my hand, is made of four aquamarines, pale blue, which make a square shape. A small diamond is in the center. On the two sides of the setting, filagrees create a flower on each side, with swirls and tiny arches. The filagree also goes along the bottom of the square, so it sits up on my finger. It is very sparkly and delicate.
I love that it belonged to someone before me, and imagine maybe the parties and gatherings she attended with this ring. How long did it sit in a jewelry box unused, waiting to sparkle again? Who gave it to her, and for what occasion?