Thursday, 28 July 2011
My Broken Ring
It's been years, but I am still upset about this. I was in a hurry to leave the house, closed the door and hit my ring on the door knob and it broke. Now and then, I take it out to admire it. Crying over spilled milk isn't going to fix it. I could glue it back, see . . . . like this.
I also thought of putting in a silver shank or getting a new ring but it will be difficult to find one similar. The beauty of these rings is that each is unique.