I came across an opal. I didn’t plan on it. It was just sitting there, cracked, discarded, so I tried it on. Lo and behold, it fit. I don’t mind the crack. So little of what I wear is perfect anyway. I’m getting used to its gentle cradling of my (ring) finger. It fits, but in a very discreet manner. It’s just like hanging out. Heeey…silver band and (black spot) opal here…thanks for rescuing me. I love you, ring. I hope I never lose you.