Since zir birth 2+ years ago, we haven’t bought JB a single toy and very little clothing - ze has lived in and played with all hand me downs. During zir creeping and crawling months, I would keep zir in the kitchen with me while I cooked, and ze would play in the recycling bag. It was a treasure trove of plastics and paper that would crinkle and crackle and it didn’t matter how bashed up anything got. Best part - it wasn’t nearly as noisy as the baking bowls and spoons that ze plays with now.
I still wear my clothing TO DEATH possibly to the point of embarrassment. This has led to the fine tradition / coincidence that every time I’ve started a new job, every 3-6 years, I split the seat out of a pair of old pants. At work, of course. A fine welcome to making more money!