Not that I'm covered in rocks, mind you. In fact, other than my wedding ring and a few amethyst earrings, I don't have any real stones. After watching "Blood Diamond" this weekend, I will no longer be purchasing any real stones.
Have you seen this? Did you cry? Did you want to throw up and scream all at the same time? Within the first 10 minutes, I turned to Patrick and said "Don't ever buy me a diamond again. I can't risk the thought of where it may have come from. Get me processed cubic zirconia if you must, but no diamonds." (To which I'm sure he was happy in many ways) Again, it's not as if I HAVE diamonds. But I've considered earrings and other pretty baubles to be possessions that I might acquire should we ever be rollin in the dough.
I'm not saying you shouldn't get precious stones. But check into the market. Watch the movie. Google African diamonds and see what you come up with before heading to the jewelry store.
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