My East Lansdowne grandfather was a saver, typical of his generation. The basement (then called a cellar) was his man-cave and he stuffed the space between the ceiling joists with all sorts of salvaged items that just might come in handy someday, like a bare umbrella frame with no covering.
He was also frugal. He would wait until Christmas Eve to buy a tree when he could bargain down the price. One year the trees were all gone and he came back empty-handed to his family of five children (four girls!). In desperation, he set up the bare umbrella frame and hung the decorations from the ribs. My mother said that did not go over well and he never waited that long again.