My grandmother was an elegant woman--I'll always remember her matching lipstick to nailpolish, and patting her hair to make sure every curl was in place.
When she passed away a few years ago, she left behind some beautiful jewelry. My sister snapped up this ring because it was too tiny to fit anyone. I've thought about it ever since.
Knowing my sister (tomboy), it wasn't getting out as much as it should. When I came home for Thanksgiving, I very gently--but firmly--asked if I could take it off her hands. So to speak. Because she didn't wear it that much.
Interestingly, she had had the ring resized to fit our hands AND repaired a tiny spot where the black lacquer (enamel?) had worn away. It looks almost as good as new, if you overlook the stunning, rougher cut diamond and delicate inlay that you can't find on modern rings. I thought I remembered someone in the family saying it had come from the turn of the century, as early as 1900 or maybe as late as the '20s.
Story remembered or no: I'm so SO glad to have it for a while. Such a gorgeous diamond deserves to be worn.
ETA: I emailed Erie Basin randomly to see if they could spot the decade from a photo. They responded ridiculously fast and think it's circa Victorian--maybe 1880s. COOL.