My non-flying husband bought me a small set of wings when I passed my PPL - a thought which I appreciated very much and it's kept safely with my ear-rings. The only time I've worn my wings is during a fly-in when too many people assumed I was there to make the tea, not to fly. (I do make a nice cup of tea, though I says it myself, but I was there to fly.)
My husband will often tell people I fly, but I don't usually, except sometimes at work. I work with a lot of young men in their late teens/early 20's. Some of them have a habit of boasting how fast they've driven - hoping to impress/frighten the 'elderly' woman (me
). It's funny to see their reactions when I say 'Oh I was going at 130mph at the weekend, perhaps 150mph with the wind behind me'.