We didn’t exactly stumble on it, but my engagement ring was a rare find.
We had told my fiancĂ©‘s best friend (he’s a coin and antique dealer) they we were ring-shopping and wanted to find something unique, and we asked him to keep an eye out for us. Last month, he texted to say that he’d be attending an auction where there’d be jewelry, and suggested that we look through the catalogue. There were few engagement rings, typical stuff; but one antique art-deco diamond ring caught our eye. We asked his friend to check it out on the first day of the auction (jewelry was the 2nd day) and gave him the lot number.
So he went without looking at the photo, and said that when he first saw it, he was smitten with it. A female friend of his that was there, said that she’d bid close to double what they were estimating they’d get for it (but that was a bit higher than we could afford). So we went with him the next day, and the ring was beautiful—exactly what I wanted, without me having a clear picture of it in my mind. Once I saw it, I raised my maximum bid a couple hundred dollars, because I just loved it.
When we sat down as the bidding started, his friend asked what if it went $200 over what my max was? We had found that as a dealer, his percentage to the auction house was lower, so he had agreed to bid for us. As, such, I told him he could go $200 above my max, but I knew that would clean out our bank accounts – so we could go no higher. When the item came up, the bidding passed the estimate, then went past my original max before seeing it, then it was just us and one other bidder… up to the max after I saw it, and the other guy bid again! I was nudging his friend—go, go, go!—and he bid the absolute max we could pay, and thankfully the other guy let us have it. Phew!!
This is a photo I took at the restaurant we went to after the auction ended. It is an Old European Cut so it’s lower profile which means it doesn’t get as much light into it from the sides; but that was what I wanted, because the higher rings often catch on things and get in the way. My bff knows a jeweler, so we had him resize and appraise the ring (without telling my bff or him what we paid) and it appraised at triple what we paid in total (after auction house percentage and sales tax)!! We’d never have been able to afford something like this under other circumstances, and I love how each of our best friends played a part in making it happen.