I'm not a big consumer. Never bought into the buying mentality. Have not contributed much to the economy in that regard. I have done a lot of work all my life, and a lot of it study or communications or research and activism for no pay.
It nevertheless seems that material objects come my way and adhere to my little universe just as much as to anyone else's. I am blessed that I have received many useful things as gifts and that I have come across useful second had items one way or another.
One way has been through the generations before me in my clan. That is how I have come to possess a number of things that are decades old, even older than I. I have things from my grandparents and my father's second wife (whose stuff got confused with those of my mother's as her memory fade).
So I have many companions in many forms hanging around my household, like the electric mixer that my Grandma bought in 60's. She used it a lot and so I have I and it still runs like a charm. I have her waffle iron and pressure cooker, which I have used only a few times. Her iron skillet, on the other hand, is an indispensable tool in my daily life. Then there are the old odd pieces of crockery, partial tea and dinner sets, and many dessert bowls and plates, fruit/ salad bowls and vases, many with lovely designs. There are souvenirs of my grandparents' hometowns, which are special little treasure that I am fond of and display as decorations.
I still have Grandma's Kenmore sewing machine. It's been a long while since I have plugged it in and taken it for a spin, but it came in very handy for mending things, making simple items such as cushion covers and curtains, and stitching together costumes.
Yes, I have rejected the gender identity as a consumer of kitchen appliances and the latest gadgets; I have never even owned a blender never mind a microwave oven. TV's were foisted on me until the first time I bought one for myself when away abroad and the second time when I returned from abroad last year. I only have a mini vacuum-cleaner, rather than a full-sized one.
I have kept a small coffee maker that a sister-in-law bought me. I like having a toaster. I have refrained from buying an electric kettle for this apartment, though it's high time I obtained one, considering the poor shape that the pot I use for boiling water several times a day is in.
I enjoy my aunt's paintings and prints that my grandmothers kept hung on their living room walls.
When I have invested in an object, I hang on to it. Moving to and from continents in recent years made me realize how foolish holding on to as much as I have is. It is just stuff. Usually, the thing-- folders full of some passionately researched topic in the old days, some box of trinkets, stationery or art supplies, sewing aides, grooming aids or silly ornaments--sits in bags and boxes in the closet for years until it fades and gets musty and the container is falling apart and I finally give it up.
I have clothing and accessories that is up to 5 decades old--stuff that was my mother's or that people gave her--a sundress, lace knit pullover, tank top, coat. I wear them at least a few times every year and get compliments. Besides those articles, I buy second-hand clothing; already purchased as "vintage" by me, I extend the lives of many such pieces by more decades. I have some such stuff I bought in the 90s; still get compliments about them, too.
I have a "boom box" which I have never let boom but enjoyed as a music and radio player for many years. Still using it, with a portable CD player hooked up to it. Still have cassettes from the eighties, CDs from the 90s.
There will soon come a time when I'll have to unload more of this stuff. I gradually have since I put much of it in storage to prepare for life in Korea over a decade ago, and when I sorted through it after I emptied the storage container. There are still shelves and boxes full of it.