As my college move-in date approaches, my mother keeps adding to the seemingly endless list of things I need.   The Old Man has instilled...

If you’ve read any of my blogs, you know I have a shopping addiction. Consignment shops and thrift stores sing to me like the Sirens...

As I mentioned in my post, “Feeding My Addiction,” almost everything I wear comes from a thrift store. Not my underwear, of course, even...

I want nice jeans…and a top…and a Kate Spade bag…and a pair of ballet flats. But I have a problem. My want is bigger than my wallet. ...