- 7 years ago
(btw, this is a long rant)
Hope everyone is doing well 🙂 So, first an update: My bf and I have finally settled on the exact ring that I love and that he loves as well. So, a 2 carat pear is now what we are looking for, and I want one with a halo. We have an appointment with a custom ring person at the end of this month, but in the mean time I have been researching and trying to find examples of two carat pear settings and the look etc.
As well, I had the issue of wanting a non-diamond but the bf feels uncomfortable with that – and yes, I sent him to every site, lots of reviews and threads about asha and moissy – but he’s sticking to his guns. While I understand issues of conflict diamonds etc, we decided to get a Canadian diamond/conflict free stone. And to be perfectly frank, I feel that while the ring is something I will look at the rest of my life, my boyfriend should like it and be comfortable with it too. It has nothing to do with his ego, he is just brainwashed into the whole diamond thing, convinced that I might be pissed later or have regrets, and he said he wants us to get something that I will want to pass to my daughter or son (like a legacy).
OK- so now for my bad experience. My sister and I were partaking in some much needed retail therapy last night at a mall in Toronto. We went into a jewellery store (not tiffany’s or birks – duh maybe that’s where I should have gone) in the hopes of seeing a two carat pear stone. I figured, it would be great to get an idea in person and with my sister’s opinion if the chance is there.
BIG mistake. We go in and a cranky looking lady comes over: “what can I hep you with” (somewhat curt). So I ask her if they have any 2 carat (or there abouts) pear stones that I can look at.
The woman basically scoffs, but more than that I felt like I was on trial!!! It was like being badgered or cross examined (you know the answers but you’re being questioned in such an intimidating piercing way that you fumble and spit out less than confident answers).
She said that first of all, pears are so out of date “I haven’t even seen or sold or had to bring in a pear since…I got married years ago”
(I tried my sweet kill em with kindness tone) and said, that I just really love pear shapes and I think it would look great in that size. She softened for a brief moment and admitted that a pear would be nice in that size. (btw, I think anything in whatever size ANY bride to BEE would be nice)
Then she started saying they have nothing over 1.5 carats, then she asked why I want a pear when round is more brilliant and that 1.5 ct’s is more than enough. It was like she wanted me to just buy an engagement ring right then and there. She then said that if I want to see a 2 carat round, I need to put a deposit down that day. I then asked whether I’d get the deposit back if I didn’t like it. She said, I would, but “if you know anything about the diamond you want then it’s your responsibility to tell us the specs you like”
She drilled me about the four C’s (which btw, I answered well because I’ve been doing research), but she was so rude I felt horrible. She asked me about budget, and I said that we’re more concerned about getting something we really love but don’t want to go over $xx,xxx
Suddenly, my sister just under her breath said, this woman is being such a nightmare, lets just leave, she obviously doesn’t want to help you. So I just said well, thanks anyway and walked out.
I was pissed. I mean since starting this whole process I realize that this is no joke. There are so many decisions to make and it’s such a special time, why can’t people be helpful instead of difficult. I know that many wedding vendors must run into “tire kickers” but why assume someone is a tire kicker before really even giving them a chance? I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. I hate sales people like that. What the hell! Should I walk into these places with my friggin t4!! or a sign on my head that says hey I want a diamond, and I have this much in my savings account.
I mean doesn’t that stuff come later. Anyways, she thoroughly scared me off. This morning, the bf and I went to another jeweller and they were nice enough to say that they would check their stock lists and bring in a few pears in our range and that we could see them before making a comittment etc.
Sheesh. That’s my rant. And hey, at least there are some jewellers etc who are still really customer oriented. I get that it’s a tough business, but these are big purchases and big decisions.