In Other News, I’m feeling a little guilty about a trick I’ve been playing on my poor, long-suffering parents.
See, Chiara (princess of the Spursphere) is getting a special engagement ring made from the diamonds culled from a handful of heirlooms that trickled down to me when my grandparents died. We’re getting something really simple and elegant designed, but I’ve been telling my folks stories of baroque white-gold dolphins and unicorns with their horns twined around the central stone, just to see how far I can push it before they stop saying “Ohhhh, that sounds lovely” and start being honest.
Nowhere near, so far.
Of course, when I say I'm "feeling a little guilty", what I really mean is: I'm loving every minute.
Suggestions for how I can push this one even further are warmly welcomed.