In addition to my self-pressie of the good old carat, the two Ks of my life got me this giant of a rock. Before ya’ll get too excited at what seems like a gazillion carat, the stone in the middle isn’t diamond.
It’s aquamarine in a halo diamond setting. My perfect cocktail ring. Except that the girdle was so rough, you could see with the naked eye that it hadn’t been polished down properly.
So I had it changed to a pair of diamond cluster earrings, which I would wear everyday. Pics when I can get a good one













