See, here is one of the categorical drawbacks of being a bench jeweler. There are no more surprises. When you know the outrageous prices that jewelers charge for their jewelry, you know that there is no way on God’s green earth you are going to send your Mister, unescorted, out into the world anymore for anything even marginally related to jewelry.
Now granted, my Mister has purchased for me some of the most gorgeous jewelry this side of our budget that has ever been seen. I finally own a few antique pieces I grew up thinking would perennially be out of my reach.
But now that I am, as the vernacular states, in the know, I cannot let him out anymore, knowing that I can put together a ring for literally a fraction of what the bloodsuckers will demand from him.
It stinks!
The biggest part of this stinking is the demise of our Christmas Tradition.
Now you have to understand, the Christmas Tradition came about wholly and completely on the part of my Mister, with no prompting and completely unbeknownst to me.
It was the Christmas two months and thirteen days before our wedding day proper. At the conclusion of our Christmas morning festivities, my amazing Mister reached into the heart of our fourteen (yes, fourteen! what a challenge that was to clean up after) foot Christmas tree and pulled out a tiny blue box. If you are a female and breathing, you *know* what that means. (Note: I originally wrote the tree was 12 feet, but my Mister read that and corrected me. Apparently it was 14 feet. We lived in a loft at the time and the clean up was staggering. I tried to blank that part out of my mind. My brother in law {the monkey} had to shimmy up a water pipe to put the star on top. It was a massive tree.)
Nestled inside was the first of what has come to be known as our Christmas Tradition. Simply put, every year, I get a piece of jewelry for Christmas. The Mister told me early on that our Tradition reflects our year; feast or famine. If it was a good year for us, it is an extraordinarily lovely Christmas Tradition. If from a budgetary standpoint, it was a famine year, the Christmas Tradition reflects that. But regardless of our feast or famine status, my wonderful Mister has always pulled out that small box.
That amazing man can pull all types of misdeeds and stumble through endless misnomers all year long, but everything becomes water under the bridge come December 25th when he reaches into that tree and pulls out that tiny box for the year. He’s a smart fellow, you know? Born diplomat, that one.
Jewelry just fascinates me. It is one item that mankind absolutely does not need, but one item that we will literally start wars over. Jewelry. I finally decided to make it a profession when someone (I can’t even remember who now) pointed out to me that the first thing I noticed on a person (always) was their jewelry!
I love jewelry. I don’t care what type, what it is made from, where it has been recently, if it is plastic or paper or real or not, I just love adornments. I love the whole kit and caboodle.
And so now that I know a little more about jewelry and how to make it and how to find it a little less expensively than the Average Joe…well, the thought of sending my Mister out for my Christmas Tradition almost breaks me out in hives.
Gone are the days I can dream about these. Now I try to aim my Traditions as low as possible. I don’t want the Mister taken advantage of. And knowing what I do know now, if he’s in a jewelry store and breathing, well - there ya go.
And now, as I am working on making more of these type of pretty toys, rather than dreaming about waking up Christmas morning on a feast year, I wake in the hopes that this is the year that my Mister didn’t go overboard. It is just too easy for me to find and make the pieces myself.
So, it is with a heavy heart that I, in good conscience, bid my Christmas Tradition goodbye. I cannot let it continue, knowing that I can save the family budget so significantly.
However, if there are any bench jewelers out there that would be willing to work out a reciprocal Christmas Tradition agreement, I would love to talk.
This year, I am hoping for a simple white gold lever back basket set (or bezel set, either works) pair of pink stone earrings. Sapphire, topaz or kunzite. I need something that I can put in and leave in that are safe through daily workout sessions (including swimming sessions). And yes, I know we are supposed to take out our jewelry, but I don’t.
That is what I hope to find in my little blue box this year. I will admit, I have received what I hoped for in my box only once in all the years. That is because my Mister has developed quite the reputation as the independent thinker when it comes to choosing the jewelry that he wants to give me. I have never had cause to complain, so if he decides to go with something different, he is very knowledgeable and fun to work with.
This is the man that researched diamonds for months before he bought my engagement diamond (sans setting), then took another year to pick out just the right setting. (For those that understand jewelers speak, he ended up designing a Tacori style with an emerald cut center, with both trillion basket set and round bezels on each side, then had the wedding band with baguettes made to match. Very one off and I obviously adore it).
So, if you are a bench jeweler that would be interested in keeping alive our Christmas Tradition and want to work out an exchange program (I am interested in finding someone that is willing to deal with a like exchange. I can work on your surprise [if you have one] at or near cost in a like for like exchange).
I understand it seems silly, but it’s the surprise that I will miss the most. The moment between seeing that box appear and wondering what will be in it right before I flip that lid open. And if I can find someone that will help my husband keep that surprise, all the better!
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