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Thursday
Sep172009

Heavy

I have the most beautifullest wedding ring in the whole wide world.  It's white gold, and sparkly.  Little tiny sparkles halfway around.  It's so awesome that I've only lost it once (bathroom, middle of the night, wastebasket, handwashing accident, don't ask.)

But now that I'm discovering what actual married life is like, I'm wondering if Josh The Pilot and I should have held out for titanium wedding bands.  And look at these things.  They're medieval weapons.  They could double as lug nuts on a monster truck, assuming lug nuts on a monster truck feature beveled edges and half a carat.  These are serious rings.  The dainty little thing on my left hand, I'm beginning to fear, doesn't bespeak the enormous... enormity of marriage.

My grandmother's wedding ring is currently sitting in my mother's jewelery box.  It's the one she wore for over sixty years, just about the only jewelry she had left after the other few pieces she owned vanished in a home invasion and through the slow erosion of nursing home existence.  Children and dishes and bakery work and scrubbing and holy water and children some more wore it down to a wire.  We tied a length of red yarn around the ring to anchor it to the Earth, fearful it will somehow evaporate entirely.  I was shocked when I became aware of the condition of it; my grandmother oversaw the cross-town construction of an entire house while enormously pregnant and without a driver's license.  She was not a malleable wire of a woman.  She deserved a stalwart, solid, indestructible lug nut of a wedding band.

On second thought, given my propensity to put as much physical distance between myself and moths on the porch light... maybe the slender little wimp-o-rama band is better for me after all.

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September 17, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterHeavy! | Morning Works Media

MB! This has nothing to do with this post! But I just got a job as an explainer at the NASM! Hurray...

September 18, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterShelby

I envy you that you have one! Love to you both.

September 18, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterHollee Chadwick

Yay for Shelby The Reader! :)

September 18, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterMB

Mine will be made out of carbon nanotubes ;-)

September 18, 2009 | Unregistered Commenterred pill junkie

I think the dainty ring is more symbolic of marriage. It's not indestructible like those lug nut type rings. You have to take care of your dainty ring, just like you have to take care of your marriage.

September 19, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterCJ from St. Louis

That's a good point. Then again, I do so enjoy pontificating on What Makes a Marriage Good 'n' Strong based on my whole entire two year's experience as a wife.

September 19, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterMB

My husband and I have titanium wedding bands and we love them. He used to run a cellar in a pub and at the time we needed something solid that wouldn't get crushed under a barrel like his other rings. For me, I get to say "my wedding ring came from space..." lol Titanium is the new black.

September 23, 2009 | Unregistered Commenterjess

Well, just imagine that it is infinitely more experience than some of us have at the wifing business. Also, the entertainment value is second to none.

October 4, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterLex
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