If you’re getting married, or if you’re just someone with a heart of gold and plenty of it in material form, this is for you.
The cleverly-titled company I Do Now I Don’t is an online auction site with an eco-conscious mission: recycle your jewelry! If you are looking save on a beautiful ring and contribute to sustainable commerce, click on the “I Do” button. Got too much jewelry that you never wear or want to turn bad memories into someone’s bright future? Click on “I Don’t” to put your luxuries up for auction.
On top of the fact that you’re recycling and reducing your carbon footprint, through I Do Now I Don’t you’re also donating the profits to environmental causes. You angel, you.
If you’re a regular reader of our blog, you know that we like to discuss wedding issues by example: what we like, what’s worked for us, and once in a while, what not to do for your wedding (ever, ever again). We do it because all women have a story to tell, and we believe we learn as much from our own experiences as we do from the advice of our friends, women who’ve been there before. It’s only natural to want to add our own valuable voices to the mix. Fortunately, the highly opinionated women of Here Comes The Guide recently discovered a divine online forum with that goal in mind: Divine Caroline, that is.
Relationship issues? Check. Work problems or family health concerns? Check and check. The online community at DivineCaroline.com discusses matters any thoroughly modern woman cares about. So go ahead: learn how to get out of your hairstyle rut, what to pack for your honeymoon and share your views on conflict-free diamonds all on the same website. You’re a complex woman, and DC gets that.
As I was registering so I could become a more active participant on the site, I found another reason to love this website (besides the fact that registering is quick and free): sure, Divine Caroline gives you the option to choose an anonymous screen name, but it also gently encourages you to use your real name as your online ID. How can you not love a site that lets you talk to a new friend named Karen Williams instead of LuvBunny224?
I lost my wedding ring the other day. It was only for a short time and everything is fine now, but while it was gone, I learned a few things about myself.
I was running at our local track last weekend with my husband when my hands started to swell up a bit with the heat and exertion. I tugged at my ring thinking I’d just take it off for a second. I was being very careful about removing it, but, I had to tug so hard to get it off that the ring flew out of my hand and rolled, quicker than any object has ever rolled, into the teensy tiny, 1/2 inch thick grate at the base of the track. There it rested about 8 inches below. It was well out of my reach, but the sun made it glint just enough to tell me where it was.
My first reaction? Did I calmly start to formulate a plan to retrieve the ring? Did I ponder in a Zen-like way that the ring was only a piece of jewelry (I should tell you my husband and I wear matching etched bands, so no diamonds were involved here) and losing it doesn’t mean anything other than that I lost a piece of metal? Nope. I, in all my 34-year-old maturity, burst into tears like a toddler.
It’s hard to describe how utterly lost I felt in those moments. That ring, I realized, means more to me than any other possession I own, no matter that I own other things that have higher monetary value. That ring was my physical acknowledgment of my love for Johnnie and that we wore matching ones was indescribably important to me. That ring went on my hand almost 7 years ago and I want to die with the very same one on my finger and no other could replace it. I stood there crying, waiting for my husband to come help me rescue it.
He did, by the way, with a very MacGyver-esque move that actually involved chewing gum and a straw. Not kidding. I jumped in his arms when he pulled it out of the grate and hugged him for minutes. I could not have been happier if you’d given me a million dollars.
Is that silly? Am I overly attached to a stupid, petty circle of silver? Maybe, but just try to wrestle it off my finger.