I'm pretty practical and replace things as necessary. My Grandparents, when alive, however, were Depression Era survivors who really, really, really used things through. My Grandfather loved V neck cotten t-shirts (just the Hanes ones that men wear under dress shirts). If you bought him new ones for Christmas, he would horde them away and continue to wear the old ones that the family had nicknamed the 'lacy ones' because of all of the holes. After he passed away, my Grandmother took to wearing his old zip up sweatshirt as a coat. She insisted it was toasty warm, but she always froze in that thing. When she passed away, we gave three brand new, tags-still-on coats to Saint Vincent De Paul.