Ring It In

For at least 2/3 of my life, I’ve worn a small gold signet ring on my right hand. At this point, I am not exactly sure where it came from, but I’ve worn it so long that my finger’s indented where the ring sits.My house was robbed a few months after I returned to the States, and every single piece of jewelry that I had, with the exception of the pieces I was wearing, was stolen. So I have very few pieces of “good” jewelry, and I wear what I have.

A while ago, I heard something hit my tile floor, and looked down and saw my little gold ring. The gold in the back had worn through and had just broken. Luckily, I heard it fall, otherwise the ring would have been lost. After faffing around for months, I finally took it to a goldsmith friend, Lauren Schott, who repaired it for me, courtesy of my mother who did this for my birthday. Lauren, who is so talented, did a beautiful job of repairing and strengthening the ring, which has more sentimental value than actual value.