You got yourself a sensible woman, therefore, you're a lucky SOB.
My wife doesn't mind the bikes, sportscar resto, and the sportbike. I don't mind her countless number of shoes, clothes, interior decor.
I have a cool gal too.
In my case, the tradeoff was a house I really didn't want to buy (Patti's a house junkie). This meant forgetting retirement at age 49 (I was three months into it), going back into the rat race, and supporting her when she couldn't come up with her half of the mortgage payments. I suppose it's a fair trade, now that the house is paid off.
The real appreciation of the woman? She didn't freak the night I came home minus my motorcycle club colors, telling her, "I'm out of the club. I've got the South Carolina Hell's Angels pissed off at me - and the club." Now, THAT'S a woman.