Ring in the New Year

My wedding ring broke again.

Turns out swimming a mile a day is good for me, but bad for my jewelry.  It is perfectly logical that chlorine should eat away at silver and weaken it over time, it just never occurred to me until a goldsmith said it.  So no more wearing my ring into the pool.

In the meantime, my little $6 wedding band that I've had for so long is repaired but vulnerable to breaking again, so I've decided to maybe add it to my necklace of silver fingerprints and get a new one.

I got a more substantial wedding band the last time my ring broke.  Ian had just returned from Iraq and we had some extra money, and I decided I wanted a ring that represented my current life with birthstones to represent all five of us in our family.  It was a nice idea, but the jeweler I worked with really didn't get what I wanted and it didn't come out the way I imagined.  It was okay, and I wore it for years, but I never liked it as much as my original ring.

Then Ian lost his wedding ring at the Y a while back and I passed the new band on to him, and I went back to wearing my silver band.  Until it snapped again.