I acquired a new tiger ring on Friday or, at least, I thought I had. I have already spoken of my hobby of collecting silver rings with a tiger theme. Good ones are very hard to find so when I came across one on the Web, I lost no time in buying it. The ring was solid silver and depicted the head of a tiger, its mouth open in a roar. I already have one on my left hand and this was my chance to even things up and put some ballast on the right hand.
The advertisement said the ring was size ‘L’ which is virtually meaningless. I measured my finger (I have a set of jeweller’s measuring rings and a ring-stick for sizing rings, as any self-respecting ring hunter should). I was able to email the seller the exact size I needed and to ask whether they had the ring in that size. I also checked that I would be able to return the ring against a refund if necessary.
The ring arrived on Friday and I opened the package with joyful anticipation. The ring was huge. I gulped. It was also rather tight. It went on all right but when I tried to remove it, it seemed welded in place. I usually remove a tight ring by the time-honoured method of bending the knuckle and moistening it in my mouth. This ring, however, was so huge that it covered the knuckle. I tried twisting it round, thinking that if I could get the band to the top I could then access the knuckle. No: I couldn’t twist it. “Don’t panic! Don’t panic!” I found myself repeating… In the end I managed to squelch some hand cream under the ring and that did the trick: it came off. Phew.
I suppose I could wear it on my index finger instead of the middle finger but the weight (111g) is a disincentive. Another thing is that it doesn’t really look like a tiger. Tigger and her colleagues at work agreed it was definitely more like a dog. It’s too tight, too massive and doesn’t look like a tiger, so it’s going back. That’s a disappointment, certainly, but at least I have the fun of continuing to search. I have 5 vacant fingers, not counting the thumbs, so there’s plenty of scope.