The receptionist at Greenlake Jewelry offered us an espresso soon after we arrived. We declined. We also declined the Pellegrino. I peered into the fridge and I saw several bottles sparkling wine. Perhaps it was too early in the morning to ask for that.
From a business perspective, Greenlake Jewelry reminded me of a car dealership. Instead of a showroom filled with cars and new tires, we had glass cases of diamond rings and other forms of bling. A salesperson was immediately assigned to us to help us find our perfect ring.
Alex never wanted an engagement ring. I wanted one for her. When I imagined our ‘Facebook “We’re engaged!” status update,’ I always pictured it with Alex holding her hand out, with a ring on it. She wanted to be practical and save the money (we are saving for a house). Perhaps she thought it was a bit antiquated. We really didn’t talk about it again.
We had a friend over for dinner and this conversation came up again. And I said that I was fine with not having a ring. If Alex didn’t want it, I shouldn’t push.
In the meantime, Alex had shifted her position as well. If having a ring was important to me, than she didn’t want to stop me from having that. Plus, with our actual wedding being a year and half away, she wanted something public to show our commitment together.
And that is how we found ourselves declining espresso at Greenlake Jewelry one Sunday morning in Northgate.
Alex sent me a half of dozen emails of rings from Greenlake Jewelry and she found one that she really liked.
The salesperson and his apprentice told us that they had just sold that ring the other day. But he had another one in back. He comes back with the ring, takes it out of the brown envelope, pops open the ziplock bag and hands the ring to Alex. The ring looked like it came out of a .25-cent machine. It was comically small. Also, it felt weird knowing that our potential engagement ring was stocked in the back like a gallon of milk or a new iPhone.
They slide us a couple of glass cases over. The diamonds grow in size proportionally to the cost. They show us a ring that is outside of our ideal price range. But Alex likes it a lot. I like it lot. And in that moment we both learn that Alex actually wanted bling. They write up the specific details, size her finger, and send us on our way.
Alex’s Great-Grandfather gave her Great-Grandmother a present each time when one of their four children were born. When her Grandmother was born, she received a ring. A turn of the century Push Present, if you will. Alex’s mom had given her this ring many years ago. We decided to pass on the Greenlake Jewelry ring; Using her Great-Grandmother’s ring as our engagement ring would be a great way to honor her family and use a family heirloom.
After slogging through many yelp reviews of jewelers, we settled on Lisa Esztergalyos. Don’t ask me to pronounce her name. She was fast with the re-sizing, the polish, and securing the old diamonds. Her work was perfect on our antique ring. We could not be more pleased.
Lisa asked Alex if she wanted to wear the ring out of the store. Pre-engaged she replied. I have some ideas in changing that status. And I am sure you will all know when that happens.