Weddingbee Blog

There’s something I failed to mention in my bunnymoon posts. I had the ring well before our vacation, and MOH Sassypants saw it first. Hold up—how is that possible? Didn’t it ruin the surprise? Let me explain.

We started talking rings in the beginning of 2009. I told the mister I liked vintage-inspired settings that are intricate and detailed but not overly busy—something simple at first glance, but when you get up close you notice what makes it unique. Our conversation was reminiscent of the great color debate:

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A few jewelry-store visits later, there was one clear winner.

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My hands were shaking, I was overwhelmed. I told Mr. Macarons we could leave right then and there with the CZ center stone and I’d be more than happy. I never saw something sparkle so much. He laughed as I handed the ring back to the salesperson. My part was over; the rest was all in Macs’s hands.

Mr. Macarons is even more thorough than me, so it took him awhile to find a jeweler he could trust. Since he wasn’t around, Macs had to rely on email correspondence for all ring matters. Over 100 emails later, I kid you not, he had picked the stone and it was ready to be delivered! Only it couldn’t be sent to him. Mr. Macs informed me that he’d be receiving a package with the ring and that I could go ahead and open the box. “Really? Are you sure?” I asked.

When I retrieved the package I wasn’t expecting a large FedEx box, certainly not one with this inside:

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I wanted to make sure there was a ring box inside and not a piece of paper that read “SUCKER!” So what did the girl who’s impatient and bad about surprises do? She tried every three-number combination he’d ever used before giving up.

Later that day around our usual talk time, the mister signed on to Skype to see if I got the package. I held up the locked case and the first words out of his mouth were, “I know you’re going to try combinations you’d think I’d choose, but don’t waste your time. I had the jeweler pick random numbers.” So now what? He wanted to verify that it was the ring he purchased, but how was he going to do that without me seeing it?

That’s where MOH Sassypants came in. I brought the case to work with me and told Sassy she’d be getting a phone call shortly from Mr. Macarons. It was her job to verify everything inside the case. I watched from a distance as she opened the case and the enclosed ring box. Sassy’s jaw dropped as she let out a big WOW followed by, “Oh my gosh, you’re so lucky.” That made the months leading up to our trip pass infinitely slower.

What could have wrecked the surprise outright made it all the more surprise-y. Unbearable, in fact.

Do you have an interesting engagement-ring story?