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?