I had to get my engagement ring re-sized. As much as I really didn't want to take it off and hand it over*, it spun just a bit too much for everyone's comfort. A few years ago I was a 5, a bit smaller than average, but not ridiculously tiny. When dr soc and I were ring shopping, he was smart enough to get me sized instead of just taking a blind guess in the dark. And at the time, a size 5 still fit it seemed.
When dr soc put his ring on my finger, it slipped on no problem. I also squeed and cried no problem. And it spun no problem too. This was back in May. So now that it's July, and 90-something degree days are the norm, my fingers are as puffy as they are going to get. And now that I've just starting to train for my marathon, I may slim down a bit. Not to mention in winter, my hands tend to get smaller. So if my ring was spinning now, it was more than likely going to continue to do so for a while from here on out.
So I went to the jeweler and reluctantly handed over my shiny. But I had to figure out what size I was now. Turns out, I'm now a size 4 1/2. Yeah. Four and a half. Even I can't deny how small that it. So I finally just acquiesced to the fact that I am indeed, a very tiny woman.
*Seriously, I was not happy about giving it back. I whined almost every day "I miss my ring!" And then when the jeweler unwrapped it and handed it back to me, I clapped my hands and squealed like a seal.**
**Of course she laughed. I didn't mind, I'm amused at my own excitement.
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