My sweet fiance fella proposed using his momma's ring. A center diamond flanked by sapphires and surrounded by two diamond bands, it was vintage, unique, beautiful, and about four sizes too small. I spent a couple of days with alternating between wearing it on my knuckle or sporting an altogether attractive bulging lower finger muffin top (there are several body parts that can be sucked in, and several that can't... ankles, back o' the arms, and fingers, as it would seem) . Finally, after it seemed that an appropriate number of people had seen it, we took it to be sized. It finally came back yesterday, and I couldn't be happier to see it resting prettily on my left ring finger.