Weddingbee Blog

You might have noticed I didn’t include any photographs of “the ring”* in our grand engagement post. When I left you last time, we were running back to our hotel room (away from the direction of the river!) to soak up the whole experience, share the news with friends and family, and to check out the ring in better lighting.

During the proposal itself, I’d hardly even looked at the ring—I think I was afraid that the moment was going to disappear, and I was in a crazy state of excitement and shock. I couldn’t wait to see what he had chosen for me! Mr. Jaguar had proposed with a regular blue ring box, and the first thing he did when we got back to the room was go and dig out the entire lot of packaging to show me—and it was a very familiar (familiar in my dreams, that is) shade of blue!

Check out that snazzy carpet!

It was beautiful and I was already head over heels in love with it, but I had a familiar sense of dread when it came to trying it on. You see, there’s a term I affectionately use…it’s called MAN HANDS. I have them. Have had them all my life: big hands, thick fingers. When I was fourteen, I had a jeweler actually laugh in my face when measuring me for a ring and tell me I had the biggest fingers he’d ever seen on a woman before. Well thanks, Jeweler Man, for giving me a complex about my giant fingers to this very day!

Anywho, I tried it on and it got this far:

Oops! My man hands always ruin the party.

Mr. Jaguar was a little bit mortified but had been expecting this—apparently Tiffany only stocks a standard size-six ring in their stores and sizes up or down for you when you need it. Since I couldn’t wear it straight away, we made do with taking oodles of pictures of it in its pretty box to show everyone. I’m not even going to tell you how many pictures we took, but we stayed up until the wee hours…every so often stopping to announce things like “WE’RE ENGAGED! YOU’RE MY FIANCE! WIFE WIFE WIFE HUSBAND HUSBAND HUSBAND!”

It was an amazing way to finish our weekend away in Prague. We flew home the next day, all smiles and with me guarding my handbag and its prized possession with my life.

Newly engaged Miss Jaguar + sugary plane-sized drinks = HYPER.

Stay tuned for part two of the e-ring saga—the re-sizing process of doom.

*Does anybody else get the booming “one ring to rule them all” voice from the Lord of the Rings movies going through their heads when they see those words together?