It has a funny story--we were overseas in a quaint outdoor shopping district when some vendor's loose stones in the window caught my eye. Of course, I drag the poor husband in and ask the dude with the bright red beard to show me his aquas. He spoke flawless English and brandished a bangle-sized box full of the deepest blue aquamarines I had ever seen. All were under a couple carats and cut perfectly. Before long we were haggling over a trio of princesses. Each one was a slightly different hue, but close enough to be matched. One had a different number of facets around the table and looked more square.
My hubby, completely unprepared for this exchange, flat out refused the guy's final offer and we leave the store without putting anything on hold. Next stop, a silver dealer where he finds a ceremonial short sword crafted from silver and copper. So we agree, he gets the sword and I get the gems. Like we are splitting loot from our desert raid. Back at the jeweler, head shaking, Redbeard pulls out the stones again and makes me pick them out. He asks what I had planned for them. I take two and declare them for a ring, picking the closest in color and abandoning perfect cut symmetry. Husband is still clueless at this point about what I would do with them.
A month or two later, we find ourselves in another country at another jewelry market. Conveniently, the gems are in my purse as we window shop. One salesman captures my attention with a tiny emerald cut diamond and I am hooked. Three or four shopping trips and one more border dash and I have a ring. It was a whole lot of fun!