A Year without Banana Republic

I looked into my closet recently, and though admittedly our Brooklyn home is not blessed with ambple closet space, it was stuffed with things and it dawned on me that I own clothes to last me through the next administration. So, I figured what better way to pay for the high cost of race fees or a new set of cycling wheels than to cut back on clothes shopping. Cut back to zero to be precise, for no less than one year. That's right, no more hunting for bargains at the next Banana Rebublic Sale, no Paul Smith sample sales, nada. Its the year of wearing the clothes that I own. So, if you see me around town wearing something that looks just so last year, well, it is.