Heartbreaking Shopping Story: The Art That Got Away! 

A horrifying thing happened to me the other week. I went into a thrift store and saw a fabulous piece of yarn art for sale--you know, brightly colored flowers made out of yarn, on a lovely canvas, probably made by some Death Row inmate--and it was so me I was ready to plunk down virtually any amount of cash for it on the spot.

Then I realized: That artwork WAS mine! I had donated it to the place to reduce clutter in my apartment! No wonder I fucking liked it--it's something I had already owned and treasured for years! I even remember a friend begging me to never get rid of that particular piece "because yarn art is something very special." I knew that, but it was a little too bulky and I wanted a more