A Diamond in the Rough

October 15, 2019 6 min read

[Diamond in the Rough]
Definition: a person with great potential but lacking polish and refinement. A gem that, once cut and polished, will shine.


More Than Material.

A mother whose daughter is fighting stage 3 pancreatic cancer.

A smitten boyfriend who’s looking to say “I Do” to his best friend.

An 85-year-old woman who woke up one day and said “I want to get my ears pierced!”

A 98-year-old man who fell in love with an 82-year-old young lady.

Two toddler sisters finally being adopted by a single mom.

A marriage that ended in divorce too soon.

A husband whose wife is dying in hospice.

A husband and wife celebrating two years post ambulance accident.

A husband and wife celebrating 50 years of marriage.

A mom who lost her 20-year-old daughter to suicide.

In a short month and half at Lambert Jewelers, these are real life scenarios of customers who have walked through our doors. Jewelry is more than material.


I’ve always had this picture in my head of a stereotypical person that would spend time in a jewelry store. Real Housewives of Orange County, anyone?

But, boy, was I wrong! Keeping in mind that our jewelry store is in a more rural area, we have everyone from farmers and lawyers to mothers and great-grandmothers walk into our store. We have people walk in who, quite literally, have been playing in dirt all day and people who just barely made it out of their PJ’s. AND they come in and buy nice jewelry! My Orange County Housewife stereotype has been totally obliterated!

Beyond just skin deep, I’ve found even more of my own judgments to be totally wrong. Customers walk through our doors with broken hearts, traumatic pasts, sick family members, joyous attitudes, celebratory spirits and nervous excitement.

No matter what brings someone through our doors, they have a story and so often their jewelry is a symbol, a mark, of their story.

We are repairing a necklace that a mom gave her 20-year-old daughter during her fight with anxiety and depression. Just over a year after losing her daughter to suicide, she wanted to bring the necklace back to newness as a symbol of her daughter’s fight and her personal mission to spread awareness about suicide in youth.

That husband whose wife was dying in hospital that I mentioned in the beginning? He came to resize her wedding band so he could put it back on her before she died.

That boyfriend who’s ready to say “I DO”? He met his future wife in pilot school and now they travel the globe together.

The 82 and 98-year-old couple? It’s never too late to find love. They tied the knot!

The two adopted sisters? They came into the store to find matching rings to wear on their “Gotcha Day!” at the Courthouse.

As I reflect on my first month and a half at Lambert Jewelers, this is the most prominent lesson I’ve learned: Jewelry is so much more than skin deep. It tells a story. A story of love. A story of loss. A story of hope, redemption, celebration, grief, joy.

Lambert Jewelers is a place where stories are told. Where they are remembered and cherished. We meet people in some of their happiest and some of their saddest moments in life. We choose to listen to your story, connect with it and use jewelry to bring your story to life.

What a great honor and privilege me and the rest of the Lambert Jewelers’ staff has to be trusted with a piece of your story. Jewelry is SO much more than material.

My Journey to Now.

I distinctly remember when I was a little girl thinking to myself, “Why does my family keep buying me jewelry? I don’t even like jewelry!” And I’m not talking the real stuff, I mean your everyday treasures from Kohl’s (I may or may not still have some of those “treasures” stashed in my jewelry organizer). You see, growing up I was never a girly-girl. I played sports, I wore sweats, I put my hair in ponytails most days and I wanted nothing to do with pink, bling, dolls or anything fancy. The sport I stuck with the longest, softball, one of the least girly sports.

My softball days

Fast forward many years and I was ready to marry the man of my dreams. It just so happened that I fell in love with a man whose parents owned a jewelry store. And what did I ask for? A simple, solitaire engagement ring. Nothing fancy, nothing flashy. My husband was amazed. I could have had anything in the store (I had an “in”!). But all I wanted was a simple, classic ring.  

A few days after we got engaged, David asked me, “Carly, you don’t even know anything about that ring, do you?”, and I replied, “No, but it’s very sparkly!”. He proceeded to tell me about the cut, clarity, carat and color of the diamond and all I got from it was that it was a near perfect diamond!

There I was standing at the altar, telling all my friends and family about that perfect diamond while saying, “I DO!” to my best friend and officially becoming a Lambert. Little did I know that that last name would change everything, not just my marital status.

My previous career as a grant writer for Boys & Girls Clubs

Now, let’s back up a few years before getting married. I studied Journalism at Ohio University and first intended to go into advertising or public relations. Then my Junior year, I decided I wanted to pursue non-profit work. I landed my first job out of college at Ronald McDonald House Charities of Central Ohio on the fundraising team. After 2.5 years, I transitioned into a grant writing role at Boys & Girls Clubs of Columbus. I felt like I had found my place in the world. Non-profit work wasn’t easy but it made me feel like I was doing God’s work. I had purpose. I was helping those in need. I had found my people. I had found my mission. Or so I thought.

In May of this year, just about a year into marriage, my mother-in-law, Jaynie, approached me about working at Lambert Jewelers full-time. After she explained her vision for my role at the store, I felt at peace but altogether confused.

“God, this can’t be right? This can’t be what you have for me? I thought I was non-profit for life? I don’t even like jewelry? Are you sure, God? Are you sure?” This internal dialogue continued for weeks as I processed, prayed and asked for discernment about this bold career change. I shadowed at the store a few times and attended a jewelry buying conference in Chicago that July to see if the jewelry world was something I could see myself getting into. God continued to confirm that this new opportunity was my next step.

So here I am, in the middle of my third week at Lambert Jewelers. If you would have told that tomboy, softball playing, sweat pant wearing girl that I would end up here, she would have told you NEVER. God had different plans.

I wasn’t afforded this new opportunity because I was a super talented salesperson, or I knew a darn thing about diamonds or gemstones or because I had years of experience running a business but simply because I was a Lambert. I was a part of the family. I belonged. In this season, God continues to remind me that I am chosen by Him. I am loved and cherished and belong to Him. Not because I earned it or have my life together or know everything about Him but because of who He is. This realization brings me rest and peace in this new adventure.

Please join me as I journey through the world of jewelry! The good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful. I’ll be sharing my “Ah-ha!” moments. My doubts. My fears and maybe even a few new things I’ve been learning about jewelry!

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.
— Proverbs 3:5-6

About the Author

Carly Lambert joined the Lambert Jewelers team in late September 2019 and works in sales, marketing, social media and vendor management. She married David Lambert in July 2018 in Columbus, OH. She currently lives in Columbus with her husband and two kitties, Milo & Iris.