Hungry, Hungry Hippy
Vintage dress, faux fur stole, necklaces, and cuff via the Long Beach Antique Market, Steve Madden boots, mom’s vintage scarf, Louis Vuitton handbag
Bec said I was hippified out. I said this is why I love fashion. I can be preppy/sporty one day (reference previous post) and whatever the hell I want to be the next.
In this economy, one day you and your family can have a meal around the table together and the next, you could lose your job and the ability to put food on the table. This reality rang truer today while I spent a few hours at the Los Angeles Regional Foodbank through my company’s day of community service. My company organizes a few different chartitable efforts for us to choose from during the holidays. Last year, I guided children in arts and crafts projects through the Free Arts for Abused Children non-profit organization. This year, I chose to go to the foodbank because I remembered back to when I stocked the food pantries and packed bags of food at my local Red Cross in New Jersey one summer in high school. I still remember the feeling I got seeing a man come into the Red Cross and leave with one of the bags of food that I had just packed. I didn’t see the actual recipients we were helping today, but I still left with that same rewarding feeling and purpose in wanting to have more days like today. No matter if we can’t donate hundreds of dollars to charities, we can still donate our time toward the cause. After all, the man behind you is in this human race with you.
P.S.- At the foodbank three feet away from me, Maria Shriver, the First Lady of California, was being filmed by ABC. I refrained from shouting a hearty thanks for her Obama endorsement speech. I just watched her speech again and found this part applicable to volunteering- “If you think you can help, if you think you can change just one person, if you think you can make a difference, then go.”