My ring is my new happy place.
I don't know if you know this about me, but in terms of "pretty, shiny, sparkly" I have been Rain Man for a very long time.
Really. I'll be talking to someone and then see something brightly colored or sparkly go by and I'll get all distracted. I'll keep talking to the person but my eyes will be all fixed on the sparkle.
I'm silently thinking, "Oooh! Sparkly!"
I'll be typing and then the light will hit my ring, and I'll forget what I'm typing. Sparkly!
If I'm sitting through a dreadful meeting, I'll look down in my lap, turn my ring, and just get all sucked in. I don't think my eyes glaze over and I hope my jaw doesn't go slack, but I do find it pretty mesmerizing.
I'll be in the car or on the metro and I happen to glance at my hand. And immediately I'm like a magpie. Unable to focus on anything but the sparkle.
Honestly. It's shocking I haven't fallen in a hole on the way to work. Actually, I probably will now that glove weather is over.
One of my colleagues caught me going to my happy place in a stab-your-eyes-out dull meeting the other day. I had my hand in my lap under the table. I was looking down, turning my hand to catch different angles of light, all, happy place! happy place! She caught my eye and raised an eyebrown and smirked.
What could I do but shrug?