Creative freedom is the ability to move from a memorandum for financing a movie to the right gift for a bride to be with the tapping of a thumb. Believeyou me, my eyes gaze over, even when it's about a movie being adapted from a book I've written. It's spring. It's time for marriage and this spawns a whole lot of thought about gift giving. While I was at Macy's buying mom a new set of placemats, waiting for the salesclerk to round up the napkins, I roamed the crystal section. Lo and behold, I found an item I didn't have, and never knew existed! Yes, friends, this can happen at 42. Keep the faith.
Ring holders. Sure, I'd seen the tacky, quasi-jewelry ring holders, usually in the form of a Bhudda or something, or the ones sold at the joints where piercings can be had for eight bucks. I'd also seen little holders that look like 
soap dishes 
for munchkins than an actual elegant ring holder. The very worst ring holders are oddly shaped cat ring holders
, but I suppose these are fine for an eight year old.
No, I'm talking a Waterford crystal ring holder, that came in two versions at 
Macy's. The heart-shaped 
and the round version
.
To show what a complete idiot I've been all these years, I actually asked the salesperson what it was. She looked me over head to toe, as though trying to determine if I was kidding her or not. No, I said, pre-empting the thought. I really had no idea what it was for. When she told me, it was with the undiluted pity of someone who had more money than sense. Well, I guess when I got married, I was gunning for the Quisinart, not the ring holder.
"Where do you put it?" I asked, thinking it redundant with a jewelry box. Once again, she looked at me askance. "By the sink, or the dishwasher or the breadboard. Any where you take the ring off."
Well, there it was. My problem is I never take my ring(s) off unless I'm in a cooking frenzy. Doesn't matter what rings I'm wearing. I'm one of those women, so paranoid of losing my jewelry, that I'll do anything with them on, include painting and making cookies. I'll extract them off my hand for dough, but that's about it. No wonder they look dirty and grimy half the time.
Then I got to thinking about it--I'd spend a lot less money on jewelry cleaner if I took my rings off.
"I'll take both," I said, disappointed when she told me only the round version was available. Then she looked around her, perhaps to see if any other women were about. "I like it better anyway. It's less femmy." Spoken like a strong woman. No sense in shouting love and kisses with a heart-shaped ring holder by the sink.
When Rog returned from his hockey tournament, he was in the kitchen not five minutes when he had to wash his hands. "What's that?" he said, picking the thing up. "A ring holder," I responded, as though I'd always been in possession of the knowledge. I refrained from telling him it was $65.00 at Macy's, and 20 bucks cheaper through Amazon (why didn't I write this blog before I purchased. Will I never learn??).
"Nice," he said, putting the thing down and wiping his hands. "Great for a wedding gift." Ahh. If only we'd have known this 20 years ago.
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| great for the 8 yr old |
soap dishes for munchkins than an actual elegant ring holder. The very worst ring holders are oddly shaped cat ring holders, but I suppose these are fine for an eight year old.
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| The adult version that now sits by my kitchen sink |
Macy's. The heart-shaped and the round version.To show what a complete idiot I've been all these years, I actually asked the salesperson what it was. She looked me over head to toe, as though trying to determine if I was kidding her or not. No, I said, pre-empting the thought. I really had no idea what it was for. When she told me, it was with the undiluted pity of someone who had more money than sense. Well, I guess when I got married, I was gunning for the Quisinart, not the ring holder.
"Where do you put it?" I asked, thinking it redundant with a jewelry box. Once again, she looked at me askance. "By the sink, or the dishwasher or the breadboard. Any where you take the ring off."
Well, there it was. My problem is I never take my ring(s) off unless I'm in a cooking frenzy. Doesn't matter what rings I'm wearing. I'm one of those women, so paranoid of losing my jewelry, that I'll do anything with them on, include painting and making cookies. I'll extract them off my hand for dough, but that's about it. No wonder they look dirty and grimy half the time.
Then I got to thinking about it--I'd spend a lot less money on jewelry cleaner if I took my rings off.
"I'll take both," I said, disappointed when she told me only the round version was available. Then she looked around her, perhaps to see if any other women were about. "I like it better anyway. It's less femmy." Spoken like a strong woman. No sense in shouting love and kisses with a heart-shaped ring holder by the sink.
When Rog returned from his hockey tournament, he was in the kitchen not five minutes when he had to wash his hands. "What's that?" he said, picking the thing up. "A ring holder," I responded, as though I'd always been in possession of the knowledge. I refrained from telling him it was $65.00 at Macy's, and 20 bucks cheaper through Amazon (why didn't I write this blog before I purchased. Will I never learn??).
"Nice," he said, putting the thing down and wiping his hands. "Great for a wedding gift." Ahh. If only we'd have known this 20 years ago.
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