This kind of thing can happen pretty quickly. Even though I am being ultra frugal and learning to be conscious of our consumption of stuff, the junk drawer has made its way into our house. It’s a small drawer, so I was able to get sort through the pile pretty quickly, separating items that are obvious junk from those that could be/are useful.
Last night I was telling us about the items on his birthday list, which included some pretty extravagant items. I had to re-explain that we are no longer a two-earner family, and that when we lived in SF my good-paying union job afforded us a different sort of lifestyle. Only one of us is working now, and it is providing enough for us to live a decent, simple, life here. He got it.