Heigh Ho Silver!

I’ve felt naked for the last month or so – no faithful readers don’t try and picture it! It’s far too near to the lunch hour and I don’t want to put you off your feed. Notice I only said “felt” so no horses were frightened on the streets of our fair town.

So why this “feeling”?

I was without my wedding ring for well over a month and it just didn’t feel right.

In 1990 Laurent was living in Cairo and we would often make our way down to the Khan Kalili Market on Saturdays. There was one shop we went to on almost all our jaunts. It was owned by Isabel, the sister of a guy my sister-in-law was seeing at the time. Most of the time we’d just sit, drink tea and chat and occasionally buy something. She had beautiful objects and jewellery in her shop and as we were “family” she always gave us a “good price”.

At that point we had been together for almost 12 years and decided that it was time we had some sign of a commitment that it appeared was going to last a bit longer. Laurent choose a simple six band gold puzzle ring; because I have a problem wearing gold I choose a four band silver one. We left them to be sized and polished. A week later we went back with our friends Jean Paul and Diane to pick them up. Afterwards we went out to the Mena House for lunch and a glass of something sparkling to celebrate.

When we were married back in 2007 we decided that rather than get new rings we would have them cleaned and polished. We had wore them for seventeen years and they meant more than anything new would have.

Over the years with cleaning, polishing and daily wear-and-tear the thin bands on the shank of my ring have worn, fractured and been oft-repaired. However this last time repair seemed to be out of the question. Several jewellers had said there was nothing to be done – the ring had seen its time. But we are fortunate that here in Charlottetown we have Darius Brasky, a jeweller-par-excellence* who always seems to have a solution.

Keeping the separate gallery bands he replaced the four shank bands with a solid band incised with lines that match up perfectly. A simple solution beautifully done.

And I now feel “clothed” and the moral uprightness of our fair Isle is once again safe.

*Walking into Darius’ shop is like going into Ali Baba’s cave. The sparkle in the surrounding display cases is only outshone by the artistry and imagination he puts into his creations. I only wish he had a website but unfortunately the only way to view some of the spectacular work he’s done is on his Facebook photo page.

November 14th is National Pickle Day – now ain’t that a dilly!

Author: Willym

A senior with the heart of a young'un

4 thoughts on “Heigh Ho Silver!”

  1. As usual, a most pleasant read with just the right amount of levity. As for Mr Brasky not having a website: what’s wrong with him?

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