My diamond ring

So last week, I tried on an engagement ring. No, I am not engaged. I do not even have someone to be engaged to. I was just walking by Tiffany & Co in Vancouver and decided I'd go in.

I've had five girlfriends in the last year get married. Lots of oohing and aahing over dresses and wedding rings. Lots of looking on the internet for different styles of bands and diamonds. So I thought going in to Tiffany's would be fun.

I was wearing jeans and a hoodie, had a backpack on and my laptop case slung over my shoulder. But I got treated like I could actually afford those glittering stars in the display cases - which made me feel nice. I did feel slightly like a criminal being in there without the intention of buying anything - but the lady behind the ring counter did offer to let me try on rings. So I did. I tried on a beautiful, 2 carat diamond ring with trilliant cut side diamonds, worth $47,000 - providentially only able to fit on my ring finger. I didn't try on the 1.3 million dollar 6 carat ring in the case next to it. I should have.

She asked if she should write down the design specs for my $47 grand ring - which I said no, thank you - but she gave me a Tiffany's Diamonds booklet with her card in it marking the page with the picture of the ring I tried on. I joked that i just needed to go get a rich boyfriend and I'd be set.

Seriously though. Who would buy a 1.3 million dollar engagement ring?! That diamond was like the size of a quarter! You'd want to insure your hand, not just your diamond!