Like many around the world, we’ve made the decision to postpone our wedding celebration to next year. We began 2020 with excitement, visiting cool venues where we’d envision our intimate wedding while enjoying complimentary champagne and delicious cake samples. In February, we secured a deposit for our venue and photographer, we announced the date to our close family and friends, and I even started casually browsing for a dress with my Mom.
And just when we were about to finalize our Save The Date, the world went on lockdown.
As you can imagine, I had a lot of wedding-related content that I was excited to share on here. 2020 was going to be the year I would blog about my own wedding, share ideas on decor, bridal fashion, themes, and of course, the special moments of our wedding and the moments leading up to it.
And maybe I still can. Even though the big event is pushed back, there is still plenty to celebrate and cherish.
So I thought, why not start by writing about the one item that started all this?
My “something old”. My beautiful, vintage engagement ring that my fiancé picked out on his own.
I’ll never forget the day he asked me what kind of ring I wanted. It was three years ago. We were getting ready to go to a Halloween party, and we were excitedly talking about his friend who recently got engaged. I commented on how well the ring suited her. He agreed, and then asked ,”So, is that the kind of ring you like?”
I stuttered, “Um, I don’t know… maybe? I don’t know, actually”, and continued applying my mascara while my pulse raced and the schoolgirl inside of me squealed with delight.
I mean, I knew our relationship was heading in that direction. I knew this man was the one I wanted to grow old with. I knew that having this conversation was eventually bound to happen. But what surprised me was my own answer. When it came down to it, right then and there, I truly did not know what kind of ring I wanted.
So, thanks to that fateful Halloween night, I thought that maybe it’s time I explore that question. I took it upon Pinterest and casually browsing in jewelry stores to come up with an answer for him.
Although I didn’t know what I wanted at that time, I definitely knew what I didn’t want. I didn’t want a big ring, I didn’t want anything chunky and I didn’t want too much bling. Most importantly, I didn’t want a mass-produced ring since I’m a gal who leans towards more unique pieces.
More so, I wasn’t even sure I wanted a diamond, and considered an emerald or an opal which are some of my favourite gems. Funny enough, he was the one who pointed out that those were soft stones that have a tendency to break easily over time. Clearly, he was already doing his research…
Finally, with time (and many Pinterest boards later), I knew for sure what I wanted. As much as I love unique gems, I landed on something more timeless and durable. I wanted a simple, elegant solitaire diamond ring on a gold band. A classic.
So, all that information was casually reported back to my scientifically-driven boyfriend, and I knew I was in good hands. I had all the confidence in the world that he’d do his research and select a solid quality he was 100% sure of (and I was secretly relieved that responsibility was off my shoulders). He once mentioned the idea of a lab grown diamond, and I was convinced that’s what he was going to get since it’s one of the most ethical and eco-friendly options.
Although it’s become common for couples to shop or custom-design a ring together, I preferred that he lead the experience. After all, he’s the one investing in it and asking me the question. I’d rather the ring was hand-picked by him, all the while keeping my taste and style in mind.
He certainly did keep me in mind when choosing my ring. To my extreme delight, with his knee on the ground, he chose to go vintage.
When he proposed, he pulled out a vintage green box. Elegantly tucked between its velvet interior was a diamond that glistened under the October sun. This ring had my name on it. It was perfect.
The ring he chose for me is an Old European Cut Diamond that was historically cut around the period of the 1890s-1930s. My favourite part about my ring is that it was historically common in the Art Deco era.
He was unable to get the exact details or story behind this ring, but he did get confirmation that this cut of diamond stopped being produced in the 1930s. The band is 14 karat gold and the diamond is 0.5 carat which is a perfect, proportionate fit to my finger.
The ring is from a reputable antique store in the heart of the city. We walk by that store a million times, and the one time we went inside, I swooned over the endless antique teacup collections, and he enjoyed the vintage whiskey tumblers and barware collections. I never thought that my engagement ring would have been waiting there.
Knowing that he had his heart set on a vintage ring made this entire experience more meaningful. “He really knows you”, is what everybody says as they admire the twinkle on my left hand. That, he absolutely does. Sometimes, he knows me better than I know myself. And that’s exactly why I’m marrying him.
I often wonder who this ring belonged to. How many generations did it pass. I wonder where this ring was made. Where did it travel. What adventures did it go on, or what hardships it overcame. I wonder what dress was worn to accompany it, and what flowers were held behind it.
But then I think that maybe it’s best not to know. My most favourite part about antique pieces is romanticizing a story, and then tying it to a blank slate by making it our own story.
XO ✨ 🤍