ring, what ring?

Today I had to fire the ring designer. I'm bummed. B would have loved that ring. And I really liked the jewelry artist.

But the designer had a kiln mis-heating incident, a sudden trip to Europe for a family emergency, and a load of other excuses. It's been a month and a half since we finalized the design. And still nothing to show for it.

Here's what I commissioned: A miniature piece of artwork, reflecting the colors of our eyes together, in a sustainable white gold band that looked like bamboo shoots folding around the delicate centerpiece.

Here's what I proposed with: A tendril of a passion fruit vine, taken from our balcony in the Mexican tropical jungle, which I wound into a delicate ring for my love.

Now I'm off in search of ring #3. I want her to love it. And I'll probably get one to match this time, which sounds more romantic to me.