Life With The Ring Part 1
Apart from a short period around 5th grade in elementary school I have never worn rings. I remember sharply: back then it was a black and white porcelain ring and I had to trick my mother into buying it for me because she - as always - knew it better. Oh and was she right. After a couple of days I had no intention to wear it anymore and the poor ring landed in my bottom drover. I have never seen it ever since.
Afterwards it was not that I did not want to wear rings. I have just never find any that suited me. I always considered the rings that belonged to my mother and grandmothers to be too grown up and had no intent to catch up with the Swarovski hype or any other trends that I though were simply not for girls like me (=desperately trying to stay away from trends and not noticing that, hello!! that is a trend too!!).
Why is all of this important? Because it explains why I had clearly no idea how to wear ring when I was given my engagement ring.