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With this ring, I do…..oh, nevermind!

Where is Wills' Ring?

Royal Wedding Wool Gloves by Donna Wilson

So here we are,  with just hours to go before the Royal Wedding, our alarm clocks already carefully set to wake us in the pre-dawn hours so we can tune in to all the mind-numbing media blah blah…and the mesmerizing goofy-pompous pageantry!

One bit of Royal Wedding trivia I find somewhat memorable is that Prince Wills has chosen not to wear a wedding ring.

According to “The Daily Mail” web site, Kate understands and accepts this decision.

Of course, when you are marrying the probable future King of England, a commoner probably has few pre-nuptial bargaining chips. It’s not like she hasn’t signed a rock solid pre-nuptial agreement that guarantees her banishment perhaps  to the Orkney Islands should she  not turn out to be the “perfect queen-wife”.

Also, one of the main benefits of marrying a Royal is the huge amount of serious bling that comes with the job. I mean, this is really serious, serious jewelry…..tiaras, crowns,  even maces! It’s not like a girl is going to say to her fiancé: “If you don’t wear a ring…..I won’t either!” She’d have to be a total idiot to give that up….right?

When she made the one ring deal I am not sure she knew that her ring was going to be, according to the Daily Mail article,  cast from a lump of Welsh gold that was owned by the groom’s family.  This lump of Welsh gold business sounds sort of romantic but also sort of pedestrian.

First of all, she could have used the moment she was told about the lump of Welsh gold to say something like:

“Oooh! Honey! That’s so romantic! Lets have two rings made out of that one lump of Welsh gold!”
I suspect she might secretly be disappointed that her wedding ring won’t have once belonged to Queen Victoria or even Wallis Simpson (who certainly knew her bling).  A lump of Welsh gold just doesn’t have the provenance, the gravitas or the historic import of something truly antique and rare .
The one thing totally in Prince William’s favor is that unlike most men, he can hardly put one past an unsuspecting sweet young thing he may meet at an office Christmas party. When you get married in Westminster Abbey before millions of people, who will believe it when you say:
 “Who me? No Babe,  I’m not married!”