Tomorrow I shall be rising early in a zombie stupor to sell heaps of clothes, VHS tapes and trinkets at Relay for Life's Long Neck Yard Sale. Last year, I finally talked myself into letting a few of my favorite baby doll tees from my teenage years free from the dark recesses of my bureau. I'd been nostalgically hoarding them away with aspirations of adding interesting fabric to the bottom of them so my belly didn't show when I raised my arms, or patching the cute faces of Strawberry Shortcake, Rainbow Brite and Eeyore onto decorative pillows. The problem is I don't know how to sew and I'm too easily distracted by images on shiny screens to learn. So I practically gave the shirts away at the last yard sale to shorter girls with less curves. I braved my closet today for items I no longer wear and was faced with the same dilemma. Will I regret giving away another beloved shirt I could have transformed into something useful? Or be ecstatic that the next time I'm tem...