In August I first mentioned that I had started wearing a Claddagh ring. As described in that post, there are three ways to wear the Claddagh, and each has a particular meaning. On a whim, I chose to wear the ring flipped around (with the heart on the inside and the crown outward) even though my heart had yet to be won. The ring had no patience for my dishonesty, and it chose a moment that day when I was not paying attention to “slip off treacherously.”
Like all keepers, I was unwilling to fully abandon this ring. Since I am unlike Isildur or Sméagol, who, once betrayed as such, could not just fire up a web browser to replace what was lost, I was able to place an order for a second, identical Claddagh ring. It arrived this past Tuesday…but this ring now is already planning an escape from its new master as it slides loosely about my finger.
The real explanation is that my significant weight loss drastically altered my ring size. Also, with the crown pointing forward, the ring has an even easier time getting over my knuckle. This had not really occurred to me until I placed the second ring upon my finger. It seems like nothing fits me any more; who would have thought that losing weight would have a down side.
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