Bartering herself into a new career? Maybe.

Get this:

My wife stopped by a new consignment store in town and found a child-sized cashmere sweater that she loved. 

The problem:

Even on consignment, the sweater was fifty dollars, more than she was willing to pay for an item of clothing that our daughter would outgrow in less than a year.

But she loved the sweater.

So a day later, she returned to the consignment shop with her laptop in hand and offered to barter her design and Photoshop skills in exchange for the sweater, and the...