After a couple of weeks of that obsessive behavior, I came to the realization that I was looking for my exact ring and the only place that it existed was in my closet, in a ziploc baggie, broken.
I searched every corner of the internet for something comparable in style but with an "everyday" price tag. It is a fragile, very old item and issues are bound to arise if I continue to wear it every day. Heart sank, even further this time, at the thought of not having my beautiful ring to look at everyday.
Casey made the point that maybe it would be good to have some sort of "everyday" ring and once restored, my antique ring could be worn for special occasions. It is in need of serious expert antique restoration and unfortunately that comes with a price tag out of the question for now. Also, turns out my daily wearing over the years warped the frame as well. Turns out replacing diamonds and restoring antique jewelry is pretty pricey. "We'll have it restored", I say, "I know of just the place!" Damn. Slowly I came out of my slump to start looking for a solution. Should have listened.) No clue as to how, when or where it happened. You should NOT be wearing that everyday!" (His mother was a museam curator. Started hearing my neighbor's voice in my head.he said to me once, "Girl, you put that thing in a safe. I looked down one afternoon and to my horror, a whole section of my ring was missing! Nooooo! One of the clover diamonds.gone.
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