Sometimes after a excruciatingly long week working with difficult clients, I head towards the nearby mall — mainly because it’s got a really good pastry shop in the center. While chomping on a deliciously gooey filled vanilla custard croissant (yes, I consider it a type of bread too), I ended up in front of a jewelry store. Someone told me once that if you hold your hand just right in front of the glass case with diamond rings and squint…you can almost picture the ring actually on your hand! So, I licked my fingers from the buttery pastry bread, held my right hand up against the store window and squinted.

Looking up, I was caught red-handed! The security guard gave me a friendly wink, opened the door and welcomed me towards the store. I followed the length of his hand towards the nearest case. HUH? It’s all sterling silver…and so is the entire case next to it. Not a single sparkle in sight. It’s at that moment I realize the guard has just sized me up as another girl with eyes bigger than her bank account. I wonder if it was even intentional…

My stance on jewelry has been the same since I entered the dating scene at 18. If you really love it, buy it yourself. And that’s why the smarty-pants diamond people came up with the brilliant scheme to advertise right hand rings. Women of the world, raise your right hand.