Okay, so I had this old ring, nothing super fancy, but it belonged to my granddad. The stone was loose, rattling around, you know? Drove me nuts. I kept thinking it’d just fall out one day while I was washing dishes or something stupid like that. Didn’t wear it for ages ’cause of that.
Heard about Walters and Hogsett downtown in Boulder. Someone mentioned they did good work, not just selling shiny new stuff but repairs too. Honestly, I’m always a bit skeptical about jewelry places. Some just want to sell you a new setting or tell you it’s not worth fixing. Kinda like when you take an old appliance in and they just point you to the new models.
Heading Down There
Anyway, decided to just go for it one Tuesday afternoon. Finding parking near Pearl Street is always a bit of a game, isn’t it? Drove around the block twice, finally squeezed into a spot near Spruce. Walked over. The place looks kinda posh from the outside, made me hesitate for a second. Thought maybe they’d laugh at my simple little ring.
Went inside. It was quiet, smelled faintly of polish or something clean. A woman behind the counter looked up, smiled. Wasn’t pushy, just a calm “how can I help you?” vibe. That was a relief. I pulled out the ring, explained the wobbly stone.
Getting it Looked At
She took it, put on one of those eyepiece things – loupes, right? Looked closely. Didn’t rush. Turned it over, checked the prongs holding the stone. Then she explained what was wrong, really simple terms. Basically, one prong was worn down, another slightly bent. Said it was a pretty straightforward fix.
We talked options. She could just tighten things up, or rebuild the worn prong a bit for better security. Wasn’t a huge price difference. I figured, granddad’s ring, might as well do it right. So, opted for the slightly more involved fix. She wrote up a little ticket, told me it’d be about a week. Felt okay about leaving it there, seemed professional.
The Wait and Pickup
That week felt kinda long, funny enough. Kept thinking about the ring. It’s weird how you don’t miss something until it’s being fixed, right? Like my old lawnmower, sits in the shed all winter, don’t care, but the minute it’s in the shop mid-summer, I’m pacing.
- Got the call maybe five days later, sooner than expected.
- Went back down, same parking game.
- Walked in, gave my name.
The same woman retrieved it from the back. Showed it to me. Stone was solid as a rock. Couldn’t even tell where they’d worked on the prong unless you really looked for it. Polished up too, looked better than it had in years. Paid the amount we agreed on, no surprises. Felt good.
Been wearing it since. No rattles. Just feels solid. It’s nice when you find a place that just does the job properly without a big song and dance. Just straightforward fixing of things. Wish more places were like that, honestly.
