I picked out our wedding bands. We bought them at a hardware store that had a jewelry department.
I wasn’t going to watch my husband go to work and slave for months just to pay for what I used to call “hard glass”.
I always told him he was my diamond.
My husband and I got married on our farm kind of last minute. I had one week after he gave me the ring to find someone to wed us. I found an older female minister who brought her husband and brother and my basset hounds were our best men. My cream colored linen dress came from a department store off the rack, $30 and I bought 2 dozen beautiful ivory roses from the grocery store and wrapped the stems in ivory silk ribbon. I found out that wedding bands needed to be preordered so I bought 2 silver wedding bands from Walmart instead. I was barefoot, walking in our field on a path that my husband had just mowed with his John Deere Jubilee to be married under a dogwood tree that was in bloom. Thirty minutes later, I donned workbooks and plowed a field in my wedding dress to prepare for the pumpkins we were going to plant in a few weeks. Our wedding cost $200 including the minister’s fee and wedding license.
I wish the tradition would change from the diamond to a simple metal band. The whole diamond ring thing was created in the 50’s by a marketing campaign, or at least that’s what I read a while back.