While staying at the George V this past weekend, I fell in love with the little pressed glass ring holder that was left in my bathroom to give me a safe place to perch my bling during my ablutions. I loved the thoughtful attention to detail, probably put there as a result of one too many calls from hysterical trophy wives who had dropped their Harry Winstons down the drain.
Well, they have a point. Although I’ve had my engagement ring only two years, and I am usually a very careful person, it has been in the wars. It has been thrown in the rubbish by my mom, and dropped on a tile floor so hard it knocked the prongs loose. And, yes, I did drop it down my bathroom drain on the very day of my thesis defense, causing me to learn how to disassemble a U-bend in record time.
As a result, when I learned that the George V sold their ring dishes in the gift shop, I made sure to pick one up. Now it is perfectly at home on my bathroom counter (pictured above), hopefully preventing any further mishaps. In fact, I like it so much, I’m now in the market for another one for my kitchen windowsill.
Coincidentally, Matchbook magazine just posted a ring holder roundup. Keeping with the Paris theme, I’m quite taken with the Eiffel Tower one.
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I had one just like that growing up.. Waterford Crystal (it was a gift when I was a bridesmaid when I was 12). I wonder what happened to it?
I have an egg cup on my windowsill for my (one) ring. A 1950′s tacky souvenir one of my home town. I love it
How refreshing to find a ring bearer without hairy feet and sandals.
That’s a lovely touch in a hotel, I’ve never seen that before.