So, I definitely wouldn’t consider myself a girly girl.
Yet for some reason I insisted T needed a ring to propose to me.
I didn’t think about what I would actually do with that ring.
Let me tell you, it took a long time to get remotely used to sporting a new, foreign, object on my hand.
So I totally identified with RINGPOST, who wrote in to A Practical Wedding about how she wasn’t really down with the whole wearing of the ring.
How did I solve this?
Well, I half-ass a few things in life.
House cleaning. (But thanks to my new canister vacuums I think I’ve upgraded to quarter-assing it. What? I spend half the time I use to with these.)
And yes, ring wearing.
I try to remember to put it on most weekday mornings. But I generally skip it on weekends, when we’re often out and about doing more active things, and cleaning the house, and whatnot.
(It’s not that I don’t like the thing. I wasn’t sold on it initially, true, but I warmed to its individuality; it’s not your usual one gem on a plain silver band, and it has a family history – and its shape means it can’t inconveniently snag on anything.)
So yeah, I wear my ring. Just not all the time. It’s probably a 70/30 or so ratio.
How do you feel about wearing your relationship status on your hand? Or, what will you admit to half-assing?