Yup. My left hand is now minus one ring. Bummer? Yeah. Big time.
My diamond fell out of my setting. But before you panic--it fell out in my hand. Lucky? Probably not. Blessed? Most definitely. I figured we would be covered under some kind of warranty at the jeweler we bought it from, but apparently repairs aren't included--which, I guess, makes sense. That's what their "insurance" is for, right? PSH. Still, I figured the price would be manageable--after all, they just had to repair the PRONGS.
Apparently I am incredibly rough on my ring? How? I don't know. They couldn't figure it out either. They asked me lots of questions, though...
What do you do for your job? Uhhh... photographer?
Do you sleep with your ring on? Nope.
Are you sticking your hand in your pocket all the time? Nope. I purposefully switched my chapstick to my right pocket when I got engaged to avoid such things--I hate when my ring catches on stuff.
No, I don't chew on my ring, no I don't use it to grind flour, and no, I don't use it to cut glass at my secret underground stained glass factory.
You get the idea. But regardless of why all--yes, ALL--of my prongs were either worn down to nubs, hanging by a shard, or broken completely, the repair ultimately has to made. However, I have a hard time paying an average of $30 per prong to fix my ring. Maybe I'm stingy. Maybe I have no concept of how expensive jewelry repairs normally are. But I can't bring myself to do it.
Thus--My anniversary band is riding solo for now.