Hopefully, although it is mostly silly, this bloggery of mine has been a little bit informative. I hope it will continue to be so. Not only do I have more suit tribulations to get through and post about, but I've also recently been spending an awful lot of time fretting about ties and shirts. Especially shirts. Ties really just get down to the sort of pattern and colours I'd like on the day but the shirts, oh my! What sort of weave should I get? How skinny do I want the placket to be? Should I get a cut-away collar or stick with classic? French cuffs, for sure (not because I can make sexist and frenchish jokes about surrendering but because then I can also have awesome cufflinks and post about those) but should I splash out and get Fiffig French? I don't think I will forget my cufflinks but to say fiffig is pretty funny and I'll most likely snicker a little bit. Fiffig.
Does anybody else agree that the word 'fiffig' is funnier than those stupid jokes about marriage ruining fun for everybody? I will also avoid jokes about whether or not to get stiff. Personally, I prefer soft cuffs and collars but I'd also like to avoid horrid, tasteless gags about stiffs (like corpses, rigor mortis, typical 'dead man walking' rubbish joke cliche, not the 'stiff' you are thinking about, you sicko).
So, definitely silly and hopefully informative but I'd also like the blog to be touching. Not inappropriately, like an overly-confident hand on one's knee at the cinema, or the exceptionally affectionate work colleague who always offers hugs and pats on the back well-done, but metaphorically touching, like when a dog rescues a duckling.
With this in mind, I thought I would write about Vicky's engagement ring. She's only recently got it and seems to love it so, showing it to everybody and her cats, so I thought I would prolong the exposure - and exuberant novelty - and share some pics with the internet, and the story behind it.
"Why has she only recently got the ring? Didn't you propose in Christmas Day, 2010, you slack young man?" Why, yes, convenient questioner, I did, but I wimped out of buying her a ring unseen. I promise that I thought long and hard about whether to buy her a ring and complete the surprise or whether to go shopping with her and let her choose. It's not an easy choice. I was pretty confident about a lot of things. I knew to get her white gold, I knew she would prefer some intricate, vintage design-work. I knew she would prefer recycled gold, if possible, and that an origin, conflict-free, non-blood diamond was an absolute necessity - as it should be for everybody. I'd even narrowed it down to this spectacular piece but then I had to pick the perfect diamond. Ye gods, this was difficult!
I learned so much about the different cuts and colours and carats and clarity and costs that I was magnificently overwhelmed. For a chap who has difficulty picking which pair of blue jeans he should wear on any given weekend, picking a precise diamond was going to do me in. This is a ring that she will wear, proudly, for thousands of years, if I have my way, so it has to be just right. Any small thing that's not perfect and it simply won't do.
So yes, I decided it was a safer bet to propose ring-free and let her get one of her own choosing. I didn't want this to be super-boring, however. One cannot simply get down on one's knee and open an empty ring box. It's a significant let-down and horrendous omen. What could I do to make up for the lack of a ring?
I'll write about it in the next post. This one is getting pretty long and I know about internet attention spans. I have one too. There are some bicycle accessories that I'd like to look up now, if you don't mind, and videos of animals doing things. Maybe we can find a good dog rescues duckling one?
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