As a sequel to the other blog post about my ring, this is the story about his ring. When we first got married, A was not too keen on rings. He was of the opinion that men do not wear jewellery of any kind. But I was adamant that he should have one as a symbol that he was officially off the market. As we would unfortunately be operating at long distances a lot, I needed an extra layer of protection to warn off prying female eyes (lol). But just as equally, I wanted to get a nice gift for him as his then new wife.
We shopped around online for a while. Handcrafted titanium rings, plain wedding bands and those with engraving services on them were some of the possibilities. Although gold was out of the option due to religious reasons, we were still overwhelmed with the amount of choice that were available. Above all, I wanted to give him something unique. Eventually, after weeks of researching, thankfully, I found it. I was browsing the Tiffany's website and I spotted a lovely titanium ring. Two colours beautifully etched with a pattern of horizontal triangles. It was perfect.
When we landed in London after the 2-week long run of wedding festivities, the first important task as a married couple (after we got over our jetlag) was to purchase this ring. I did show A the ring prior and he thankfully liked it too - so off we went to Bond Street to find the ring in his size. Similar to every shop on Bond Street, Tiffany's was a bit too posh for my taste. There were guards outside the door, everything was shinily expensive and the sales people were too proper. Suited and booted, every hair on their head was neatly combed and set. We felt very out of place. I showed the sales assistant what we were looking for by showing a picture of the ring on my phone. "Ah yes," he said, "Follow me." We went up the glass stairs to the mens section where he brought out a velvet tray of different sized rings. A slipped on the smallest one onto his ring finger. It looked really nice and suited him well. Everything was perfect, except that it was a tad loose.
"Is there a smaller size?" we asked. "Unfortunately, that is the smallest size we have here." Oh dear. "But we have another branch in Selfridges if you would like to try them?"
After a short walk, we were at Selfridges hoping that there would be a solution to our sizing dilemma. We arrived to find out that Tiffany's smallest made size for that ring is the size that A tried on first. So our problem remained, it is still too big. Why do Asian men have such slim fingers? But as my mind wandered thinking of a solution, it hit me. My dad's wedding ring fits too snugly for his fingers now, although it must have slid in nicely when he first got married. Probably fingers just expand in size with age. So the best thing to do, I thought was to buy a larger ring now to deter from my husband having circulatory finger problems in the future. Ha! Problem solved.
So despite the ring being a little too big for A, I bought it. It came in the iconic turquoise box complete with the white ribbon wrapped around it - just like in the movies. The unboxing was done unromatincally in a nearby Pret Cafe and A slid the ring onto his finger, and there it will stay inshaAllah till the end of days. Hopefully this will mark the end of ring sizing problems in this marriage, with mine originally being too small, and A's being too big. But I wont be surprised to encounter some more jewellery related complications in the future. But for now, we are settled and happy with the rings we have, Alhamdulillah. But speaking of jewellery related mishaps, just today, the rock on my engagement ring somehow managed to scratch A's finger, leaving it bleeding. This adds to the many scars that A has to endure due to my unfortunate clumsiness and mishandling of everyday objects. But as he has a ring on it, thankfully he can't really run away! You should have known what you married into, poor guy.
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