There's an old term for this: "Orvis Boy." Never
sport more than one new bit at a time. Ever see the advertisement where this 'whom-ever' has a fly rod in his hand and bent over at the 'waste.' Pun intended. Obvious total concentration as he hunts down a six inch fish?
'You finally had to break down and buy a new waders? How long did the old set work?' Real answer is I can't remember. Hell, I don't even know where I was last Monday morning.
'That a new Meiser/Anderson/Burkie rod?' (You really want to look ratty.) 'Can I give it a toss?' Answer is always yes 'But rod/line is new to me so this is going to get some using too.'