My general desire to purge right now has some added benefits. At Christmas I also addressed the huge storage bins in the garage attics at home in England where I keep out of season clothes and pieces I swear I'll be thin enough to fit into one day, (as opposed to the other ancient attic I cleared out here). Although I donated lots to the local Hospice, one of the additional benefits of actually sorting through everything is finding cool pieces to resurrect and keep me from shopping. I dug out these leopard stilettos which I think must be from 2004 or 2005 and which came straight back to NYC in my luggage. Now I just need the ice to melt.