When I first met Steven, I told him one day I would live with loose gems just laying on tables, like a Colombian warlord or lazy monarch. Apparently he took this to heart, and last year he gave me an emerald for our third anniversary.

It sits on a bronze plinth under a glass dome on our coffee table. It's just over 288 carats, apparently.

I've considered alternative methods of display, like, say, wearing it. Maybe I could go Dame Edith Sitwell nuts and wear it as a massive pinkie ring? I've never like jewelry on men, but it would be so funny; what do you think?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love the gigantic gem. It's so pretty. It's not just a rock. It's a beautiful green gem.

-Zane of ontario honey

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