image via Macha
If I were propose to myself I would be rather stupid. I mean not that I don't like myself but you know what I mean... My point is, if I had to choose an engagement ring for myself I would probably go for a vintage one. In GOLD. I am wearing my grandmas jewelry all the time and always feel that old jewelry has a story to tell and seems to be somewhat magical. The other day when we walked around the antique market I saw so many gorgeous pieces. Every weekend in Islington/Angel at Camden Passage you can go on a treasure hunt. And don't miss the great breakfast at the The Elk In The Woods. If you don't have a market like that nearby, check out the great East Side Brides Blog and her Sponsor that knows it all about vintage rings here. I adore the big and bold ones just as much as the tiny delicate ones.