My James is on his third wedding ring. The first one was an attractive gold number that had my stamp of approval. After a couple of years and a couple of pounds added by marital bliss, he decided it wasn’t that comfortable anymore and switched to a light-weight titanium one. A few years later and the claustrophobic in him realized that if he jammed or otherwise injured his finger, he wouldn’t be able to get it off — wouldn’t even be able to cut it off. Now he has a lovely assortment of silicon ones that he bought in a multi-pack on Amazon for about $6. But, truth be told, he really should have just gone with your milk-ring chic one instead. I’ll be sure to tell him…….. 😉