But, I love you

Dumbest arguement I've had in a long time: whether or not it means I've "given up" and "conceded defeat" if I choose a plain wedding band rather than the most perfect, spectacular, antique, art nouveau one.

The original idea for our wedding rings was to find vintage art nouveau (or deco, beggars can't be choosy) rings that matched, that were perfectly in our size (you can't easily size a nouveau ring because of the intricacy of the details), and that fit our budget. As you can probably tell, those criteria had a snowball's chance in hell of being realized.

When I finally said I'd like to get a plain, thin band that matched the plain, thin band of my engagement ring it turned into me settling for boring crap instead of going for the gold... quite literally. With 18 days left to go there's no way we're finding matching bands. The chips are stacked against us - we left too little time to mount a proper search, both our fingers are bigger than the typical ring sizes of the 1910s-20s which is the period our favorite designs come from, we didn't want to go with reproductions, finding vintage and estate jewelry in NYC is easy, finding it at affordable prices is not.

I finally made my point that a plain, simple band would look best with my engagement ring, but it was a struggle. End result: concensus. His response, "But, I love you!" 'Nuff said.