I love jewelry.
Love, love, love.
I was cursed (or blessed; it's all about perspective) with an affinity for jewelry since birth. My dad's parents bought me two infant rings for my Christening. I still take them out of my jewelry box from time to time. They make me smile and think of my grandparents. :-)
These days I wear three rings. A thin band that has 8 diamond chips in a little wave pattern that I bought in England about 5 years ago, an eternity band of diamonds and rubies that I got when I turned 25 and a simple gold band that the 8 oldest grandkids on my dad's side of the family each bought when my grandma passed away almost 10 years ago.
Now... I'm telling you all that to give a glimpse of the sentimental value that jewelry has for me. Every piece I own has a story.
Guess what? When JC came home from Afghanistan, he presented me with this.
Here's the thing... I don't know what I want to do with this fabulous stone. I like simple; I like classic designs; I'm pretty sure I don't want to break the stone into a pair of earrings. Any suggestions, my friends?