Of course, my darling FH offered to replace the ring if we couldn't find it. I went for my second look at the grassy patch. Lo and behold, my sparkling ring hidden under the grass. I was ecstatic!
The second time it happened I felt ridiculous. We scoured the grassy patch, re-examined the laundry baskets. Nothing
Again, my darling FH offered to replace the ring if we couldn't find it. I went for my second look at the grassy patch. I searched wider and longer this time, closely examining each blade of grass, until, lo and behold my twinkling ring hidden under the grass. Ah, relief!
Does losing my ring twice mean I'm having doubts? Hell, no. Probably just means I'm not meant to do laundry :)
On a sewing note, I am now thinking of sewing my own wedding dress... I was supposed to yak about wedding dresses today, until these ring incidents happened.