Goodwill Hunting

What... this old thing?!

Desperate housewife? Never. But I do have a little secret. It starts out something like this: Prada, Manolo, Calvin, Ralph---and finishes up with J. Crew, Lilly Pulitzer and Seven Jeans. Shopping addict? Nah...

Here's the dirt: I get my cheap thrills (literally, cheap) at the hottest spot in town--Goodwill. My little suburb (a delightful bedroom community of NYC) just opened up a newly refurbished, brightly lit and fully stocked outpost of this satisfying shopping experience. The whirl-a-gig racks are bursting with saturated hues of pique polos, begging for a trip to the shore. Quilted faux-fur lined vests await patiently along the back wall for an upcoming apple-picking outing. These alluring Manolo Blahnik kitten heels (tucked away in a back room display case, protected under lock and key) were horse-whispering my name across the well-mopped aisles :

Better than ruby slippers. 

My dears, shopping is an adventure sport, not a past-time for lollygaggers. Let's take it to the next level, and I'll consider it cheating if you pay full price. Game on!