Ring a ding kid...

This weekend I'm getting to choose my engagement ring *wahhhhhh. I count myself extremely lucky that my boyfriend has the good sense to propose in an original way and let me choose the ring of my dreams for myself rather than presenting me with a pear shaped diamond, I would've been crying for the wrong reasons.

Personally as I don't wear any jewellery I would like something big and blingy, as long as it looks great on my slightly bent finger then I will be a happy, anyone I've said this too has looked at me in horror, each to there own I guess.

Unfortunately for both of us I am one of the most indecisive people you will ever meet therefore choosing a ring maybe a little tricky. I really hope that I can choose one and not come away empty handed. I've narrowed it down to a princess cut diamond and a platinum band, knowing me I will be coming home with a yellow heart shaped monstrosity because it looked good in the shop. Must work hard to concentrate on the task in hand tomorrow!

So far (online) I've found one ring, one ring to rule them all here. Seriously, tomorrow I think all the other rings are screwed compared to this bad boy. Good luck Hatton Garden, you're going to need it.