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The timing of Henry’s proposal and my decision to focus on my art may have been sabotage. Wedding duties or paint?

I began my wedding To Do list: Dress. Location. Registries. Invitations.

This was boring, tedious and put me in sleep mode better than the Charlie Rose Show when the guests were some cabinet member and a writer for the Atlantic Monthly.

Reading through bridal magazines would spur my imagination. Deciding to sift through Vogue, I couldn’t help but study the models’ figures with intense focus. If I’d had one of those loupes jewelers used to inspect a diamond, I’d be using it to assess these surgically enhanced bodies.

Thinking of diamonds, it soon occured to me that my engagement finger did not wink and shine with the most precious of glows. How did I let days slip by without even questioning when I’d be receiving the fun present one gets from being proposed to? I love presents. How haven’t I even wondered when I’d be receiving my engagement ring? I completely lost it.

Added to my checklist: Engagement ring!!!!????

In Henry’s defense, perhaps he wanted me to choose my engagement ring. We’d shop at Harry Winston or Tiffany’s and make the decision together. In fact, this was quite brilliant of him. Henry truly knew me!