The subject, of course, is hands (duh!). Which immediately reminds me of one of the very first photos I took with my new camera:
Right now, you’re all saying to yourselves: “OMG, what incredible talent! I need to hire CookieCakes to do the photography for MY blog!”
But just in case you find a single finger to be insufficient, let me share the following photo, with a little back story:
When my husband and I got engaged, he gave me a very sweet 1/4 carat diamond in a white gold setting. Over the years, both the engagement ring and the accompanying wedding ring became snugger and snugger, to the point where I finally had to have them cut off my finger.
I went wedding-ring-less for a year or so, but kept dropping hints that I would love a ring incorporating my birthstone (a diamond) with my husband’s birthstone (a ruby). Sometimes (not often), husbands actually listen – for Christmas, I received this:
Which is much better than how my mother fared. She never had an engagement ring, and for years would drop hints to my father that she would like a “fancier wedding ring” – she dreamed no higher than a band with a few diamond chips because she knew there wasn’t much money for jewelry. Finally, my father presented her with a ring box, and I watched as she excitedly opened it to find:
A plain gold band with slightly beveled edges, but no diamonds. Not much different than what she already wore – it was just newer.
My poor mother never did get her diamond ring.
Images by: Cordelia’s Mom