A few years ago, I was given the gift of insight into my flawed perceptions. I am a thrift store junky. I can spend hours scouring the racks of Goodwill looking for nuggets of fashion gold. It began out of necessity because we were a single income family with two children in diapers. I had managed to build a closet full of second hand clothing. I went to a meeting wearing some of my latest Goodwill finds. Afterwards, I was chatting with an acquaintance and she complimented my outfit. I thanked her and laughed as I told her the story of my outfit and the mere $7 that I spent on my shoes. She looked at me for a minute without saying anything and then started laughing.