Deceived by Beauty
For over thirty years, the ring has sat in my jewelry box, unseen and unworn. Perched on its velvet throne, I gently caress the oval stone. Oh, how I loved it when it was new! That Christmas held such promise. Newly married, I wore my husband’s Christmas gift proudly.
Within the stone, my emotional states revolved around the magical properties contained therein. Young and in love, I didn't even mind that the cheap metal sometimes turned my finger green.
Now I find out that liquid crystals and body temperature were the real reason for my happiness.
Done in by the laws of chemistry. Thanks for ruining the illusion, about.com.
Mood ring, my a**.