Lost rings are nothing new in this house. I’ve thrown away my wedding rings a few times. It’s usually after eating messy food and then they are recovered safely having been carefully wrapped up in a napkin. One time after eating steamers, we found them in the bottom of the garbage, nestled inside a clam shell.
I know of a person who made an insurance claim on her lost rings. Fifteen years later they were recovered in the bottom of a jar of Vaseline. And I think I’ve told this one before – honest to God, I know the person. Her grandmother’s ring was found in the belly of a fish. The fisherman traced the owner through the engraving. She had lost it down the drain years before. And I know I’ve written about the diamond cocktail ring I found in the finger of a glove I was trying on at a store.
How about you, any good ring stories out there?
There IS knitting happening here and I’m going to show you a picture to prove it. Sort of. This is the mystery gift I’m working on, recognizable enough to you experienced knitters. Hint: it’s a "MM" kit with a protuberous embellishment. Shhh, don’t say anything, the intended recipient may be reading:


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