I ain't ashamed to admit that if faced with this choice:A) Wedding ring bought from effusive jeweler at local store for $300
B) Wedding ring purchased on faceless website and shoved in mailbox two weeks later for $200
I would probably choose A).
In my little (perhaps misguided) universe, this makes sense because I have this pesky habit of ascribing emotions to objects and places.* This--as an aside--makes it very hard for me to throw things away because I develop strong nostalgic feelings for them. A la "Oh, this is the toaster I bought from that sweet old man at the vintage shop on Cerrillos." It didn't work really then, it certainly doesn't work now, but I can't toss it (it's got bakelite handles!). And it reminds me of that cool store and toasting toast in my southwestern-themed kitchen in Santa Fe and so on and so forth. Ergo, I'm buying a memory along with an object.
But I digress. Wedding bands. We want simple, classic ones. I prefer yellow gold because it sets it apart from the silver rings we exchanged when we moved to separate cities after graduation. But, honestly, one simple gold wedding band is (or at least looks) like any other.
Soooooo, am I being stoopid by feeling a little weird about purchasing something so special off the web? Let me know if you have any opinions one way or the other. Maybe I'm being a little old-fashioned here.
Love,
J
*This, by the way, might be a German trait. Really! There was a story on NPR about it:
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=102518565
Well, dear, with the money we could save on the rings if we got them online, I could take you to dinner. And we'd have a memory from that. I'd even wear a suit.
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Or...we could put that dinero towards more candles! Like 200 more. Eek!
I suppose it'd be different if we were buying them at a joint like where we got our silver rings. That's a memory. Or if we got them on the rez flea market, like my bracelet. But it's not so much a wowzer memory if we get them in Park Slope. Except for our yucky stomachs on the way back. May as well save the money...
Love,
Nick
Hmmmmmmmmmm. Maybe you're right. Maybe.
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