A studio artist (that would be me) walks into a Traverse City Goodwill store looking for used clothing to repurpose (I cut up T-shirts into a knittable yarn). And as I stand there, rifling through the 25-foot long floor rack full of T-shirts, I think, and not for the first time, “There are enough T-shirts in this one store that no one needs to make or buy a new T-shirt ever again.” It seemed as though there were thousands.