My rings are very important to me. I have been known to be half way to work, only to hop off the bus and go back for my jewels (OR ELSE THE WORLD WILL END). Last week I lost a ring at work. Twice. The first time, it was found in the pocket of a jacket at my work. The second time I found the ring, it was in my purse. It slipped off two times, almost gave me a heart attack two times, and I might need two years to get over the trauma to wear the ring again. This rogue ring didn't cost much but it has been with me all over the globe. It has seen me in good times and in bad, and means the world to me.
I am going through a quarter life crisis at the moment. What sucks about it most is the fact that my best friend and I have completely opposite schedules. But when we do get together we are reminded of why we are like family.
I hope that looked somewhat spooky, or at the very least magical/fairy-like. You would not believe how many shots it took to get one decent "pink swear" picture on photobooth. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!