I picked up Mom's last engagement ring from the jeweler today. Mom was a firm believer that you married the man, not the ring. She had her engagement and wedding rings redone several times, usually with the original stones. Then later she bought bigger stones. Since her last version didn't come near to fitting me, I couldn't size up without the stones falling out. So I had the stones put into a setting just like my moonstone ring, and made by the same jeweler, http://www.okidanokh.com
It's a brass knuckle of a ring. It's 18 karat yellow gold with a matte finish, and shiny palladium, similar to the finish on The Swan pendant. The center stone is a 3 carat, D color. The side stones are .60 each, F color. The side stones have their bezels lined in palladium to keep them looking whiter. This is the only large diamond piece I really wanted of Mom's. Sister got the rest of the big diamonds except for the original engagement ring, which went to Brother.
With my moonstone and sapphire ring.
The jeweler made the sides of the bezel much higher on the diamond ring than on the moonstone ring, and she angled the side stones. I sort of wish it was a bit flatter, but it's ok. I love that there are no prongs to snag on my threads when I weave. The shank is also a bit wider than the shank on the moonstone ring because the side diamonds are bigger than the sapphires.
It's very comfortable. It actually looks unreal to me. I'm sure diamond shrinkage syndrome will set in eventually.
The ring is a size 8. I've always had huge knuckles. Even at our wedding, the rabbi tried to get Greg to give me Greg's ring, because it was so much smaller in diameter than my wedding band. My wedding band looked like the man's ring in comparison to his wedding band. His still falls off his finger. I haven't been able to get mine on in 2 decades, and it was a 7 1/4 back then.
Mom in her 9 mm akoya choker and her mabe earrings in the drippy gold setting. These are my favorite of her mabe pearl earrings. She'd lost so much weight that this choker looks much longer than it looks on me.
Mom and Dad on their wedding day in 1957. Mom is wearing faux pearls. The earrings have crystal hoops with large SS like round pearl drops. The choker is graduated, but very small.
Thanksgiving a decade ago. Mom and I wore tiaras, and Greg and my Dad never said a word about them, and pretended they never saw them, which drove my Mom nuts. It was too funny. My hair is ironed to within an inch of its life. Sister got Mom's gold omega necklace with the large pearl shaped diamond.
P.S. I didn't look like this in real life. Sister owned a photography studio. She photoshopped my oily face and zits away. Yay! She also photoshopped away one of my nostrils. Oh, well.