- 4 years ago
- Wedding: April 2015
Traditionally speaking [: the man proposes to the woman with a ring he has picked out on his own, with a friend who is supposed to know you well enough to get the ring of you’re dreams. Or he’s supposed to know you himself.
I’m not going to get into wedding ring omens on this page maybe another time.
But I will get into breaking the tradtions of proposal.
I picked out my own ring.
When my Fiance and I had been dating for awhile, just under 2 years. I started thinking about my engagement ring, how would it look? Would I love it? Would I hate it?
What do I even LIKE?
At first I went WAYYYYYY beyond tradition and decided.
“since our theme is beauty and the beast, I should get a ring shaped like a rose…”
But then I got a little older, and yacked at the idea of having some giant thing on my finger that logically speaking would not appease to my older self.
So then I thought, “how about a SIMPLE, diamond encrusted band?” TOTALLY opposite of my original choice…
(I’m very conflicted, and quite a complex person) lol
I sat down with my Fiance and asked him if we could just go ring shopping, he said ‘that was fine’ and we went the next day.
When we got there I thought my choice was clear, nothing big and gaudy, but delicate and beautfiful. Simplistic but eye catching.
I tried on a unique ring… Nope.
I tried on traditional rings… Nope
I tried on the vera wang ring with the sapphire symbolizing forever… Nope.
I tried on the simplistic band… Nope.
I knew I wanted something diamond encrusted, believe it or not I hate big stones.
I tried ON a big stone… but I hated it.
Then we get to the display cases with these adorable! diamond encrusted shaped rings idk how else to described so I’lladd a picture of my ring for reference..[:
They had a heart shaped one, a marques shaped on, and oval, a circle, princess cut shaped one and then the tear drop one.
At first I chose the marques shaped.
I put it on, and in an instant I felt this large fantasy wash over me, emotions swelling inside me, I could see my great-grandmother (who raised me) wearing something like this, and it felt very elegant, but not quite me.
It was close, but it wasn’t mine.
So I tried on the teardrop, the lady put it right side up, but I took it off and put it upside down.
And that was it.
This was the ring, it glittered, it glowed, it had this sense of deep satisfaction that I couldn’t place. It was gorgeous and I swore there wasn’t anything like it.
What I’m getting at though, was that my Fiance and I didn’t do what was normally traditional for couples, he didn’t go with a friend, heck he didn’t even go by himself. I went with him and he was perfectly fine letting me choose the ring myself[:
How many other bees broke that tradtion? and is it a bad thing that I chose my own ring?
Is it considered frowned upon or as I’ve heard before a bad omen?
I wouldn’t think so, if I love my ring does it matter how I got it?
I just want input, this was in no way to question anyones methods, or shouldn’t be taken out of context in any way, these are just my thoughts on the matter you can feel free to disagree, and I would love to hear you’re thoughts on the matter.