By Barbara Jorgen Nance
I opened the mirrored doors of my closet to attempt, once more, to analyze what clothes needed to be given away. I scanned across my half of the closet, which spills over onto my husband's half as well. I surprised myself by asking out loud, GǣMirror, mirror on the wall, who has the swankiest wardrobe of all?Gǥ Hmmm? Where did that word G