As I have gotten more disciplined in hanging from my new bar and even doing some pull-ups, my fingers have gotten bigger. Apparently it's not finger muscles, but tendons in the hands thickening up. Google it. It's a thing.
Therefore my wedding ring has gotten tighter and tighter on the old ring finger there and therefore harder to take off. When I am swollen from exercising, or flying, or eating too much salt, or really just about anything, it's painful to take it off and it feels tight just sitting there.
So I decided to go out on 47th St and seek a replacement, an easy thing to do since my favorite lunching spot in NYC is on the main block of the diamond district, 47th between 5th and 6th. Sadly the eatery was closed for all of Passover and my friend and I had to go elsewhere, but afterwards I came back to accomplish my ring mission.
I was looking for the place where I bought my original band back in '97, but I think it must be gone. I ended up in a small shop. A young woman helped me get a size (probably a 10.5) and then got out a tray of rings. I was hoping to trade in like for like but the only thing they had was bigger and would have costed $950 out of pocket after the trade in (he offered $450, which is what I had paid for it maybe 7 years ago when the price of gold was, now that I look it up, less than a third of what it is now). That was $950 even after the guy who came over started haggling with himself when I showed initial disinclination. The woman had first asked a colleague if they could resize my ring for me today, and he said "not today!" The guy who was haggling with me offered to resize it in "an hour.... 30 minutes." At that point in time I figured it was time to cut out of there. He wanted the sale too bad.
