Weddingbee Blog

Every time I tell someone that my sister and I are getting married in the same year, the response is always, “Your Poor Parents!!”

Yeah. I know. It seems cruelly expensive. Here’s how it happened. Sister Socks met BIL Socks approximately 1 year before I met Mr. Socks. Their relationship was slow and steady, but my relationship with Mr. Socks was catapulted forward when I moved in with him after only 6 months of dating. After almost a year and a half of living together, we were ready to take the plunge. Sister Socks and BIL Socks were ready just about at the same time.

Sister Socks and I are VERY lucky that Dad Socks has been in the jewelry business all of our lives. Not only do we get very pretty items at Christmas, but we have the fortune of getting a discount through all of Dad Socks’ connections. One of the biggest connections we have is at the Columbus Jewelry Show.

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It’s basically a girl’s dream come true: hundreds of jewelry booths selling their gorgeous baubles to jewelers and store owners. At. Cost. (Usually this means half-price or LESS than what you can buy it for at a jewelry store. )

I casually mentioned going to the jewelry show to Mr. Socks, saying that if he was ready, it was really the only time that we could pounce on a deal like this. I let it sit with him and didn’t want to pester, but knew I’d go to the jewelry show just to look even if he didn’t go for it right then.

Well… one night, I got a text when I was at home (probably reading WB). It was from Mr. Socks. Mr. Socks was in our bedroom folding laundry (isn’t he wonderful?) so I thought it was odd that he’d text me. I opened the text, and it said “Miss Socks is going to pick out her ring this weekend, but she doesn’t know yet, so don’t say anything!”

I froze. I had NO idea who this text was meant for, but I did know that it made its way to the WRONG person. After debating whether or not I should tell Mr. Socks, I decided that I should, just to get it in the open. He was so mad at himself, but in the end it allowed us to talk budget and figure it all out.

Soooo, since Sister Socks and I were both ready to get married, and this show only happens once a year, we went with Mamma Socks to ch-check it out. I went in with a VERY clear idea of what I wanted in a ring (three stone, channel set diamonds in the band, and I didn’t want a wedding ring because I wanted my budget to go toward one AWESOME ring).

Well, I tried just about every single three-stone setting I could find in the whole place. None of them were doing it for me. Until… I slipped on a seriously sparkly ring that I NEVER thought would have been “me”.

I immediately felt like I was going to puke.

I know that’s a strange reaction to have, but I think it was because I was so SET on what I had wanted and when I tried on another ring that I loved much more, my tummy did a flip flop out of confusion.

The jeweler let me wear the ring all around that afternoon as I compared it to other rings, and everything else paled in comparison. While I was about to puke over my ring, my sister also found a puke-worthy ring (in a good way, of course) and so we had made our decisions.

Nope… the boys weren’t even there. But you know what? They really didn’t care. All they cared about was that the Socks Sisters would be happy, and knowing that we grew up with impeccable taste in jewelry, they figured they’d leave it to us experts. Plus, it was a really fun experience to have with my mom and my sister, and we got fantastic deals!

Now, as for the proposals… more details to come later, but even though we got the rings together, we got engaged three months apart––I got engaged first and Sister Socks got engaged second!

Did you shop for your engagement ring in an unconventional way?