Tradition has it that a man about to propose should spend one month’s salary on an engagement ring, and surprise his bride to be with it. Now, I have no idea whether my future husband spent one month’s salary (Well, it’s pretty hard to work it into the conversation, isn’t it? "Oh, that’s lovely, darling! How much did it cost?") on my ring, but he did surprise me with it. I was surprised to be surprised: I’m notoriously fussy about the things I wear, and Terry notoriously isn’t, so I always assumed that if/when we decided to get married, a joint shopping trip would be in order.
Actually, he managed pretty well with the picking of the ring: probably because he’d spent a good few months beforehand showing me pictures and asking me what kind of thing I liked. (No, subtlety’s never been his strong point, I’m afraid…) I think he probably just decided it would be more romantic to surprise me, and he was right.
I sometimes wonder, though, what would have happened if he’d somehow managed to pick a ring I hated. I don’t think I could ever have brought myself to tell him, so I guess I’d have been stuck with it for the rest of my days! A lot of brides I know just won’t take the risk, though, and I know of a lot of men who’ve proposed with cheap costume rings, and then whisked her off for a romantic shopping trip later (Sounds good to me…). What about you? Was your engagement ring his choice or yours?