I was 17 when I got engaged to my first husband. My ring was a tiny cluster, it had diamond chips in it, not even whole diamonds, it cost £32 and the day we got engaged i suddenly became left handed. Picked my glass up left handed, talked left handed, blew my nose left handed, in fact did everything left handed because my little tiny ring meant as much to me as the Crown jewels and I wanted everybody to notice it, even if they needed a magnifying glass to see it. Twenty five years later it was too well worn to wear, the shoulders had snapped on one side and the shank had worn so thin it was as sharp as a razor blade so for our Silver Anniversary we bought a beautiful matching engagement ring and diamond wedding band. I loved them but the emotional attachment wasn`t the same as it had been with my 1st ring.
My first husband died 10 years ago and I remarried 3 years ago. My engagement ring is a one off, a jeweller friend of my husband made it for me and most people think the centre stone is a pale pink sapphire but its actually a natural GIA certificated pink diamond, in an edwardian style setting of white diamonds. It`s lovely but I only wear it when I`m going out because it doesn`t seem to fit the image of jeans and T shirts, walking a wet smelly labrador over the fields and pegging out the laundry etc. Some days I wish I`d chosen a simple understated solitaire !