Red is my favorite color. It is the color of passion and love and life-giving blood. It is intense, vibrant and confident. No one puts on yellow when they want to feel confident: nope, it’s red.
Red indicates a certain kind of receptiveness in a woman: you can’t wear a red dress to a party and hide in the corner. If a girl wishes to send certain signals to her hot date, she doesn’t reach for the antique mauve lipstick. She breaks out the RED.
Yet, it is a warning in nature: back off!
Red is a sacred color: pass over this reddened doorway and spare the lives of me and my loved ones.
No surprise: I love rubies.
Both the Bible and ancient Sanskrit writings herald the red ruby as the most precious and valuable of all gemstones. The stone has been avidly mined since around 600 BC. Rubies are rare and special. They have been worn to ward off the plague and encourage prosperity. People thought that a ruby inserted into the flesh made one invincible.
Rubies were the original wedding stone for centuries, before diamonds became plentiful and more profitable around the turn of the twentieth century. How many of you knew that? A ruby on the hand of a new bride symbolized her purity, rarity and fertility.
When Jeff popped the question all those years ago, my answer certainly didn’t depend on the ring. I knew that he was the true gem I had won. But the fact that Jeff listened carefully and presented me with a beautiful ruby engagement ring is something I will always be impressed by. I had told him that for all the reasons above, and because rubies are the birthstone of both Jeff and Firstborn, I would like to wear one on my finger some day.
Sometimes I run into another woman with rubies as supporting stones on her engagement ring, but very rarely. I’ve never seen a round one set center stage.
This morning, standing before the cashier in a boutique I frequent … Tahr-jhay (ahem) … the young lady noticed my ring.
Cashier: Is that a real ruby?
Cashier: Well, that’s not very traditional.
Me: Actually, it is the original wedding stone. Did you know …
Cashier (her eyes glazed over): Does your partner have a matching one?
Me: No. He has a plain band.
Me: Um … yes?
Cashier: Oh. I thought a colored rock meant you were a lesbian.
Me: Oh! Well, I’m not.
Cashier: Well, it’s okay if you are. I mean, I don’t care.
Me: Well, I’m not!
Cashier: Whatever. Do you want to sign up for a red card and save 5% next time you visit?
Me: Um … I already have one.
Apparently the significance of red is just lost on some people. Next time I am looking for necessities, I’ll visit my other favorite boutique: Waaahl-Maahr. And the first thing I will buy is a “Stupid” sign for the chick at the other store.