phoenixgirl
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OR: From Whence Cometh the Love of Diamonds?
What do you think . . . is our love of diamonds inextricably tied to their being regarded as status symbols? I've never seriously looked into CZ jewelry . . . if I did and paid for the best stuff, I might be able to get pretty smokin' jewelry for less. So it's clearly not just about the look of the jewelry to me.
I know I always check out other people's jewelry. I don't think I'm judging their wealth by it (although a big diamond on a young person would make me think, "Wow, who has THAT much money?"), but their taste and interest in it. But it can't be ignored . . . diamonds are luxury goods.
I am aware that it looks good for DH's job (financial consultant) for me to have a relatively nice wedding set. Of course, all told it cost less than $2k since the diamond was an heirloom. Some day I think I'll get a new set with a bigger (and this time H&A) diamond, but for now my set is a good size for my age and our situation.
Diamonds don't really do anything for my job as a public school teacher, although I must confess that once I wore all my diamonds just to send a message to a pushy parent. This woman's 12-year-old son had yelled at me, "God-damnit, woman! Bleepity-bleep-bleep-bleep!" when I told him he couldn't go to the school store in the middle of the pledge of allegiance. He had so irritated the in-school-suspension lady that she said she would quit if they sent him to her anymore. But the mother became fixated on me as the cause of her son's problems (when clearly he had learned to speak like that at home) and seemed to be indicating she was going to try to make trouble for me. So when we had a meeting with the vice principal, I (who was not yet engaged) wore my grandmother's engagement ring and dinner ring, sort of to say, "Yeah? You want to pretend your son's problems were miraculously caused by me and that he hasn't learned this atrocious behavior at home? Maybe you'll sue me? Go ahead! I'll win!" I swear I saw her looking nervously at my rings, and nothing ever came of it. Of course, this could have backfired and she could have thought, "Oooh, she has money, we should sue her!" But I felt like she was picking on me because I was a hapless 22-year-old brand-new teacher who might be a good scape-goat, so I wanted to send the message that I wouldn't be an easy target and would have resources to fight back at my disposal.
People who know me find my diamond obsession most bizarre because in general I'm not really a flashy person. I'm still wearing clothes that I've had since high school. I never wear makeup, and I dress like, well, a school marm (I teach teenagers, after all). I don't see myself ever dyeing my hair, and although I can develop a nice tan, I do my best to stay out of the sun and wear SPF 45 sunblock when in it. Some days it's hard to remember just to brush my hair! I guess I'm saying that I don't think I am drawn to diamonds because I'm going for a certain look. I've just always loved gems. When I was little my mom took me periodically to the local gem store, and I bought all sorts of rocks and Indian arrow-heads and kits for sifting the gold out of sediment.
I also think that my love of diamonds is tied to my grandmothers who both passed away when I was young. Basically, my only real memory of my fraternal grandmother is of her giving me a plastic ring when I was about 5. I loved it so much that I asked her if she had any more like it. She then gave me a real garnet ring from her collection which I lost as a child (for some reason, I thought it was a good idea to keep it in a tin can in the basement with my collection of rubber balls
). I keep my wedding set in the box it came in to this day.
My maternal grandmother also had a love of diamonds, and somehow (through having a mother and sister even less girly than I) I wound up inheriting all her bling when I was about 13. I have since given the engagement ring back to my mom to wear, and I have Grandma's dinner ring diamond in my engagement ring. So perhaps my love of jewelry is a desire to be connected with my grandmothers whom I didn't get to know well.
OK, so back to the original topic. I won't say that I don't like people thinking that we *could* afford my set, which I estimate would cost about $7-$8k new. And practically, I think it helps DH. Wouldn't a prospective client wonder why his financial advisor can't afford nice things? That's why I convinced DH to get rid of his old car and lease a new one. But at the same time, DH is good at his job because he's a genuine person, and really my job seems to impress people more than my bling. When I tell people where I teach (not the inner city, but a school with gang problems and security concerns), people are always like, "Oh, good for you! That's so wonderful!" I tell DH that I give him "street cred."
So anyway, if you're actually still reading, what do you think? From whence cometh your love of diamonds?
What do you think . . . is our love of diamonds inextricably tied to their being regarded as status symbols? I've never seriously looked into CZ jewelry . . . if I did and paid for the best stuff, I might be able to get pretty smokin' jewelry for less. So it's clearly not just about the look of the jewelry to me.
I know I always check out other people's jewelry. I don't think I'm judging their wealth by it (although a big diamond on a young person would make me think, "Wow, who has THAT much money?"), but their taste and interest in it. But it can't be ignored . . . diamonds are luxury goods.
I am aware that it looks good for DH's job (financial consultant) for me to have a relatively nice wedding set. Of course, all told it cost less than $2k since the diamond was an heirloom. Some day I think I'll get a new set with a bigger (and this time H&A) diamond, but for now my set is a good size for my age and our situation.
Diamonds don't really do anything for my job as a public school teacher, although I must confess that once I wore all my diamonds just to send a message to a pushy parent. This woman's 12-year-old son had yelled at me, "God-damnit, woman! Bleepity-bleep-bleep-bleep!" when I told him he couldn't go to the school store in the middle of the pledge of allegiance. He had so irritated the in-school-suspension lady that she said she would quit if they sent him to her anymore. But the mother became fixated on me as the cause of her son's problems (when clearly he had learned to speak like that at home) and seemed to be indicating she was going to try to make trouble for me. So when we had a meeting with the vice principal, I (who was not yet engaged) wore my grandmother's engagement ring and dinner ring, sort of to say, "Yeah? You want to pretend your son's problems were miraculously caused by me and that he hasn't learned this atrocious behavior at home? Maybe you'll sue me? Go ahead! I'll win!" I swear I saw her looking nervously at my rings, and nothing ever came of it. Of course, this could have backfired and she could have thought, "Oooh, she has money, we should sue her!" But I felt like she was picking on me because I was a hapless 22-year-old brand-new teacher who might be a good scape-goat, so I wanted to send the message that I wouldn't be an easy target and would have resources to fight back at my disposal.
People who know me find my diamond obsession most bizarre because in general I'm not really a flashy person. I'm still wearing clothes that I've had since high school. I never wear makeup, and I dress like, well, a school marm (I teach teenagers, after all). I don't see myself ever dyeing my hair, and although I can develop a nice tan, I do my best to stay out of the sun and wear SPF 45 sunblock when in it. Some days it's hard to remember just to brush my hair! I guess I'm saying that I don't think I am drawn to diamonds because I'm going for a certain look. I've just always loved gems. When I was little my mom took me periodically to the local gem store, and I bought all sorts of rocks and Indian arrow-heads and kits for sifting the gold out of sediment.
I also think that my love of diamonds is tied to my grandmothers who both passed away when I was young. Basically, my only real memory of my fraternal grandmother is of her giving me a plastic ring when I was about 5. I loved it so much that I asked her if she had any more like it. She then gave me a real garnet ring from her collection which I lost as a child (for some reason, I thought it was a good idea to keep it in a tin can in the basement with my collection of rubber balls
My maternal grandmother also had a love of diamonds, and somehow (through having a mother and sister even less girly than I) I wound up inheriting all her bling when I was about 13. I have since given the engagement ring back to my mom to wear, and I have Grandma's dinner ring diamond in my engagement ring. So perhaps my love of jewelry is a desire to be connected with my grandmothers whom I didn't get to know well.
OK, so back to the original topic. I won't say that I don't like people thinking that we *could* afford my set, which I estimate would cost about $7-$8k new. And practically, I think it helps DH. Wouldn't a prospective client wonder why his financial advisor can't afford nice things? That's why I convinced DH to get rid of his old car and lease a new one. But at the same time, DH is good at his job because he's a genuine person, and really my job seems to impress people more than my bling. When I tell people where I teach (not the inner city, but a school with gang problems and security concerns), people are always like, "Oh, good for you! That's so wonderful!" I tell DH that I give him "street cred."
So anyway, if you're actually still reading, what do you think? From whence cometh your love of diamonds?