I and others have mentioned before in this forum that gold and
diamonds and their ilk are essentially worthless to human life.
Judge for yourself…Two women come into my store and want bands,
they were married last year in Canada and are going back for a one
year anniversary. They have been together for 40 years, met in
college.
However, the deadline was to have them done in 2 weeks, and for the
first time in 15 years, I completely blew it and did not even start
them. They called the day before the trip, and I told them I
completely blew it, they were not ready, and I did not have an
excuse that was good enough, and asked what I could do to rectify,
could I loan them rings and have theirs ready when they came back.
The woman keep repeating how disappointed they were, and asked what
I could do to rectify the situation, and I told her I could have
them ready when the got back, and I knocked $100 off each ring. She
said that would help, although they were really disappointed, and I
said I understood and did not blame them for the way they felt.
Back from Canada on Thursday, Friday they come in, and I have a
“ceremony” when I make rings and both people are present to pick
their rings up, I hand the women’s to the man, and the mans to the
woman, and have them put the rings on each other.
I did this with these women, about a week ago. They both came in
yesterday and said they really love the rings, but the “ceremony” I
did was the closest thing to a ceremony they ever had in the U.S.
One of the women reaches across the counter takes my hand in both of
hers, and asks if they can recreate that moment in my store, with
their friends, and take pictures. I said “Of course.”
The bands I made are a signature piece, a two piece ring that is
like a puzzle ring, usually two different colors of gold, that fit
together and are interlinked, appear as one band when worn, and
symbolize two people, separate yet together.
Hearts touching hearts is hardly worthless. Without moments like
this, life would be a pretty barren landscape.
Postscript, a customer, a single mother who started buying gold
rings for her daughters to mark transitions when they were about 12
years old has a daughter that is graduating. She was accepted at the
Eastman (sp) Conservatory in New York, (she plays the violin). We
were invited to the graduation later this month.
The graduation card I picked says “Let the beauty we love be what we
do” Rumi
Anecdotal evidence, worth it’s weight in gold,
Richard Hart