As I type this I’m currently sat on my sofa in my PJs nursing the mother of all hangovers. It’s the kind that’s been un-dented by two Ibuprofen and my go-to comfort food – a bowlful of baked beans – and I’ve just drunk an Altaseltzer followed by a coke-chaser in the hope it goes away. Wish me luck! However the celebrations that preceded this absolutely tub-thumping headache have made it totally worth it. That’s because last Saturday whilst we were on holiday in Goa Mister Ruffles and I got engaged (squeal!) and last night we celebrated with all of our friends and favourite people and I’m pretty sure that I was still drinking champagne well in tothe early hours of this morning. Oof!
My newly engaged status won’t come as a surprise if you follow me on Instagram; I posted a photo of my gorgeous ring almost straightaway as we wanted to share our amazing news with everyone. What I didn’t know though, was that Mister Ruffles had told a fair few of our friends before we went away that he was going to propose and as he’d proposed on the last night of our holiday they’d all been kept in suspense for the three weeks we were away!
The proposal was utterly magical, he’d pre-arranged with the hotel to put on a private candle-lit dinner outside overlooking the beach and beneath the palm trees and when he got down on not one, but both knees he played ‘our song‘ on his iPhone. Suffice to say I couldn’t see for all the tears! He proposed with a beautiful love-knot ring from Catbird in New York but unbeknownst to me throughout the year I had inadvertently scupperred plans to have a bespoke ring designed by being quite vocal (ahem!) about how I had absolutely no idea what kind of ring I could ever see myself wearing as an engagement ring. That may sound a little presumptuous and arrogant but after seven years together we’ve often had quite practical conversations about marriage so we both knew it was a case of when rather than if. We’d chatted about anything from what songs we’d like to play at our wedding (a lot of 80s disco!) to what ring I might wear. I’ve always worn large statement rings on virtually every finger and so I’d had a (misplaced and unfounded) pre-conceived idea that an engagement ring would have to work with them, but I’d always come unstuck as to how it would look. My feeling had always been that if I didn’t know what I wanted as an engagement ring then how would anyone else?
The actuality of it all was that when the ring was placed on my finger it really could have been any ring. I didn’t even look at it in and had to be prompted to do so! What I immediately realised in that moment was that what’s more important than the ring itself is the sentiment and significance of it, and the thought behind it. As it turns out I adore my ‘holding ring’, I look at it constantly and the fact that it’s so delicate and different to my other jewellery I find a beautiful contrast. My rings have always meant a lot to me, most of them bought by Mister Ruffles in fact, but this one now represents something incredible; it’s a mark of our love for each other and a lifetime that we’ll spend together as one and I couldn’t be happier.
Thank-you to everyone for your congratulations, here’s to love, here’s to friendship and here’s to an amazing start to the New Year *clinks glass of Alkaseltzer*