Wedding Ring Trends >> African American Bride Style

 

African American style has a look all it's own. We don't always want what everyone else says is trendy or sexy, we want what we like and what looks good on use. From the clothes we wear, to the jazz we play, its about how it makes us feel. The rhythm of the piece and how is resonates in our world.

Because I deal with the wedding ceremony only, I love to read blogs about all the other aspects of a wedding to see what they going trend is.  I came across this article on African American Brides about just that -- engagement ring trends.  

I absolutely love the ring pictured and would gladly call it my own for such a special occasion. Take a look at the other rings in the article. Maybe you can find some inspiration for your big day.

Beyond Black and White

You would think that in 2010, our world would have learned to be more loving and tolerant of diversity; of people loving those outside their race, but I find that is not always true. Being in love and being loved, is a wonderful experience.

I have had the wonderful experience of marrying numerous couples of various beliefs, and ethnic backgrounds. It is always interesting to hear how they present their facts; are they thinking that I would turn them away? No, I welcome you.

In reading the various blogs that lead me to other blogs across the internet, I stumbled upon a very interesting posting. I share with you only a portion. Please take a moment to visit her blog to read the rest.


My Story: Jumping the Broom with a White Boy
–Christelyn D. Karazin

Excerpt from Swirling: How to Date, Mate and Relate Mixing Race, Culture and Creed, to be released February 2011.

Marriage is for white people.

It’s hard to say what I felt exactly when I read that Washington Post editorial a few years ago—offended, outed, but mostly just sad. But finally, someone in the media had exposed the furtive secret, the dirty laundry. Despite the fact that my own parents had been married for 45 years, I learned early that marriage for whites and blacks was distinctly different—if it happened with blacks at all. In my pubescent, wide-eyed youth, I remember, hands clasped against one cheek, sighing my dreams of love, marriage, mutual understanding and cooperation to some friend or relative only for them to scoff...