I went to a Fill-Up-A-Bag-for-$5 jumble sale in Newtown today. Miniature-size dunes of clothing were tipped onto trestle tables and all over the floor. You had to mark your territory wisely or else risk being stuck for the next five mintues burrowing helplessly through second-hand underwear. I spent six years in academic study. The concentration and attention of thrifters in deep-thrifting-mode rivals that of a library full of students a week before exams. I emerged with my bag full of goodies, my trophy being this perfect red and white pencil dress and blue and red spotted wool cardigan. I was so excited to share it with you all I couldn't be arsed ironing it. I grade myself A+ on bargain hunting.