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Little and large - a tale of two wedding ring fittings

Last week I finally managed to drag Chris along to my bridal dress shop to have his wedding ring fitted.

We learned two things from this experience - firstly, I have particularly slim fingers. Secondly Chris does not.

Thanks to my engagement ring, I already knew my size alphabet-wise. But since the fittings are being done in-house there was a new, not very tricky, method to comprehend; swapping letters for numbers.

So out came the six or so size cards - likened by my husband-to-be to a spaghetti measure - each punched with five holes each. And unsurprisingly I was the smallest, an eight.

That done, it was over to the groom. Knowing Chris has got what I affectionately refer to as ham hands, I knew he was going to be needing the cards towards the very back of the pile.

What I did not anticipate was that none of the samples would fit. And quite incredibly they went up to a size 24.

That left us with no choice but to order him a size 26 in a white gold flat band, and the female equivalent for me but in the curved design.

While I resorted to childishly hiding my giggles, Chris was not fazed one bit by that potentially embarrassing episode.

I am assuming this is down to his decision not to wear his wedding band anyway - apparently jewellery is not his thing.

That said it is obviously important to make sure it's clear he is off the market once we are married, so I'm taking steps to come up with some other ways to brand him.

October 28, 2009 1:32 PM | Comments (4) | TrackBacks (0)

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I found your write up about the rings amusing. I remember when I bought my husband his wedding ring, we had exactly the same problem. I also have slim fingers (being 4ft 11" tall may explain this) It could have something to do with the Strong genes?
Best of luck for the future.

By Wendy Blake on October 30, 2009 6:13 PM

It seems to be the way of the world these days! My ring is an N1/2, Guys is an X!! Lol!! One of my friends had a K and her husband had a Z!! Guy said the jewellery wasn't his thing either but actually really likes that he has a wedding ring!! Maybe he'll get used to the idea!! If not then tattoo-ing "married" on him should do the trick!! Lol!!! XxX

By .ViV. on November 1, 2009 10:29 AM

If the ring won't stay ON his finger ....put it through his NOSE!!!
Best wishes for the future

By Martin GARRITY, Vancouver ,Canada on November 3, 2009 1:38 AM

this is really funny- if it is any consolation your future father in law also has the sausage fingers syndrome- or porky pinkies as we like to affectionately term them- it would appear like father like son jewellary is not their thing ! he actually lost his wedding ring at our wedding reception ????we still havent found it thirty years later !

By kim strong on November 14, 2009 12:42 PM

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Name: Gemma Hollingsworth
Age: 25
Job: hellomagazine.com staff writer
Relationship status: Engaged... finally! And soon to be Mrs Christopher Strong
Time taken to be proposed to: Nine years! Although sometimes it feels longer.
Wedding experience: None, although I went to three last year...
How it all began... In 2000 I was a pupil at the Duke Of York's Royal Military School and Chris was a sixth former, two years above than me. He's the only boy I've ever asked out, and I'm embarrassed to say I did it by text message! An experience I'm thankful I'll never have to repeat! Our first real milestone was four months into the relationship when I introduced the new love of my life to my dad and step mum. It went well, though it did take about 18 months for us to repeat the experience with his parents! Having lost my mum when I was 13, it was incredibly important to me that Chris knew my dad; and bless him he really put up with a lot for the cause. A major in the Royal Artillery, my father was very traditional and had set views on pretty much everything. I adored him; but, bringing home a boy who's had more changes to his hair cut and colour than David Beckham and a grungy Nirvana-esque fashion sense was always going to be a tricky sell. In the end their relationship was characterised by Sunday afternoons spent watching Formula One or football on TV over a beer, or three, accompanied by the sort of light-hearted banter that still allowed my dad to make his feelings known. More than anything I wish my dad was still alive to walk me down the aisle next summer. But he officially gave his blessing to Chris at around the seven year mark - something pretty amazing in itself!