Here it is, the moment you've all been waiting for. The unveiling of my grandma's engagement ring. She was due back from the jewelers yesterday, and around 2:30, I got the call that she was back and I could come pick her up. It took everything I had to keep from speeding from the office to the jewelry store.
Here she is, in all her renewed glory!
I probably spent more repairing this ring than it is monetarily worth, but I don't care. The sentimental value of it goes way beyond a price tag to me. This is an heirloom that will be passed onto my daughter one day, and then hopefully passed onto her children. The fact that none of my dad's sisters wanted this ring because it was broken and the diamonds had been removed is still gobsmacking to me. It was totally their loss.
This beautiful piece of my grandparent's past has been repaired with a piece of my past, and will now be proudly worn on my finger for years to come. I had it sized so that hopefully when I get pregnant next time around I will be able to wear it when my own wedding ring becomes to small.
It is beautiful and priceless, and am so happy and proud to be its new owner.