Rachel Lincoln Sarnoff: Diamonds Aren't a Girl's Best Friend (Unless They're Recycled)
I used to have a thing for diamonds. Maybe it was too many afternoons eating popcorn and watching old VHS movies -- Marilyn in the pink dress, Audrey in the oversized sunglasses -- or maybe it was just the fairy-tale scenario that little girls seem to be steeped in since birth.
In any case, I brandished my great-grandmother's single solitaire with pride through high school and college, until the day my husband and I decided -- on a whim, after two weeks of knowing each other, at the ripe old age of 25 -- to get married, and it became my official engagement ring.