Walking my dogs down the street on Saturday morning, I waved to my neighbors who were having a garage sale.  Enticed by the prospect of a good deal, I put off yoga for the day and walked over joining the flocks of bargain hunters who had arrived from near and far, cars crowding my narrow brick street.  After a quick brose around, I realized, to my delight, that my neighbor wears the same size clothes as I do!  I don’t hoard much of anything, but a girl can always use more clothes.  It’s strange how new energy always comes with excitement.  The fatigue from the week magically lifted as I sorted through bins of my favorite brands of clothing, GAP, Roxy, Old Navy…  I soon paraded home with 3 new work shirts, a pair of striped pants, 3 waffle-weave long sleeved shirts, 2 blouses and a Cat in the Hat shopping bag, all for 12.  I proudly showed my new treasures to my skeptical husband, who after politely viewing my mini-fashion show, walked me over to my 6’X 4’ closet and asked me, “Have you looked at your closet?  It is filled to the max!   Where are you going to put all this?”  I had to acknowledge (rather reluctantly) that he was right.  So, I braced myself to embark on a grueling cleaning mission.  On a blue skied, 75 degree day in late January, how did I get tuck cleaning out my closet when I should be out riding my bike to Honeymoon Island?  4 hours later and three full bags of donations later, I had re-discovered 10 year old shoes that had been sitting in my closet for at least 4 years, a leather jacket that I once loved and forgotten I had, and many other long-forgotten dusty treasures.  It’s amazing how much stuff I’ve accumulated that I truly don’t need while in other parts of the world the $12 I spent on bargain clothes would feed a family for a week.