little bitty girl

I lost my wedding band.

Again.

Before you get all judgmental on me, I want to make it clear that I love Stefan very, very much. I really do honor the vows we made to one another, I appreciate the gesture he made when he put my ring on my finger. I do understand the importance of what it all means. I really do love my band and feel quite naked without it.

I want you to know that I never lose my band on purpose. I've never been able to wear any type of jewelry for long periods of time. Even in my teenage years when I thought I was Henry VIII and wore numerous rings on every finger, I always needed to take everything off as soon as I got home.

Plus, have you seen my ring? For one thing, it's not the most practical thing to wear when you're cleaning the bathroom or massaging herbs into a whole chicken. It's also pretty darn heavy. My left hand probably has the same strength as my right hand now that I've been wearing it over the year.

I do have this really terrible habit of just taking it off and putting it in one my three favourite spots - none of them are practical places to put items of emotional and monetary value. The first spot is the desk, usually on top of our coin box, the second place is in my glasses case that usually hovers precariously over the bathroom sink and the third place is the bedside table on whatever current book that I am reading. Unfortunately with this last spot, the book is usually placed on top of the alarm clock that gets quite a slapping every morning. It is not unusual for my ring to go flying across the floors.

Stefan hates this deplorable habit of mine (but if you could just remember how much you love me, you'll realize all the agony is always worth it, right?) and I always say that if I just had one designated spot, it would all be fine.

Yesterday, Stefan and I had a real panic attack where we both scoured the entire apartment to no avail. It was not in the usual spots nor was it in my secret hidey spots (so secret and hidey that even I sometimes forget where those spots are). I had to leave to help a friend unpack and I must say, I was not quite myself all night.

That is, until Stefan called and told me he had found it buried in between two blank CDs on the desk. The ring must have fallen off onto the CDs and during one of my haphazard tidy ups, I must have just piled another CD on without noticing.

Tired of the constant misplacing of my ring, Jill (the girlfriend who was moving) gave me this really cute stone bowl to place my ring in. And now all is well in the world and I hope this will be the very last time I ever talk about losing or maiming my ring in some way.

Note: Gosh! I didn't realize that my deplorable habit is seen as deplorable by others as well. After reading this post, Marie instant messaged me to tell me that she too had bought me a container to keep my frequently misplaced ring. Now I will have a designated spot in the bedroom and in the main living area.