In which I am the luckiest girl in the world.

When finch proposed, he did it entirely on impulse, so he didn't have a ring. This meant, of course, that I got to find one I liked. We've sort of been looking around, but I can't stand the vast majority of the type of jewelry found in regular jewelry stores. I'm also not terribly crazy about diamonds, and while most girls can just go with their birthstone instead, I'm an April baby, so my birthstone... is a diamond.

Anyway.

We went out to the Renaissance Festival for the last day, and stopped by the booth of a jeweler I'd bought from before, Da'oud. He makes unusual, lovely jewelry, and is one of the few people I've found who will set precious and semi-precious stones in silver.

Cruising the booth, I asked to see what looked like an odd red stone in the case. Brought into the sunlight, it was a darker golden color with an incredible fire. The saleslady explained to me that it was a half-carat chocolate diamond.

It fit my finger like it was made for it.

( And so I had to bring it home. )