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04/06/2010 05:12 am ET Updated May 25, 2011

Fashionably Late to Helping Haiti: A Feeble Attempt at Altruistic Redemption

The odds are against me. Every attempt I have made to prepare for my impending blog-a-thon for Haiti has been thwarted. What started out as a vision of a 48-hour inspiration fest has whittled down to a desperate attempt to stave off a cold and to not publish nonsensical dribble on my site. The idea was simple enough. Starting tomorrow, February 5th at 8:00 pm EST, I am going to blog continuously for 48 hours about my favorite subject matter: Fashion. A generous foundation has offered to donate $1.00 for every unique comment I receive on behalf of my chosen cause, Healing Hands in Haiti, an organization that provides prosthetics to those in need.

In order to promote effectiveness, I decided it was finally time to invest in a new, faster computer. Since senior year of college I have worked on a recalled Toshiba with slim-to-no virus protection. However, I only have a debit card for shopping purposes and lost mine while traveling last week. I called Citibank to have a new one sent to me rush, but as I live in a no-doorman building and am a freelancing nomad, I am persona non grata for overnighted goods. Even after leaving extremely detailed plea bargain notes on the front door of my building, two days in a row my UPS man threatened to send my ticket-to-high-speed-Internet back to sender. Upon returning from work today I was confronted with the dreaded "Final Delivery Attempt" notice. As I pulled down the notification along with a sad collection of post-it notes riddled with smiley faces, arrows, and my cell phone number, I wondered haplessly if I would be able to pull this off.

I quickly reassessed the situation and decided that I had no choice but to upgrade my current work station. I decided to use what cash I have to purchase a very prehistoric bug-like light bulb for the lamp the last tenant left behind in my apartment. It is important to have fresh light when all of New York is sleeping and you are in the throes of a 48 hour blog-a-thon. While I was smart enough to bring the archetype to Artie's on 14th Street, I was not smart enough not to smash the delicate unit with my man hands when trying to reassemble the lamp. I was then left with no option but to drag my Ikea floor lamp behind my tiny desk. The lamp is now situated up against my wall at a precarious 45 degree angle like a brooding kid with a bad attitude.

It is fitting that an attempt to commit myself to a blog-a-thon catered towards the fashion industry would start off so questionably. I write a blog about an industry that has never been very good to me. I was fired from my first job on my 22nd birthday, have gone on a million and one dead-end interviews, have worked for free and have said "Uncle" countless times. But like a jilted lover, I always come back for more. Perhaps it is the feeling I get when I see an inspired collection. Or the dictionary of acquired industry terms, names and phrases that I wear as a badge to separate me from the corporate types. Perhaps it's the American dream that one can have a career that she loves; The same American dream that propels the idea that even the little people can make a difference.

Whatever it is, I know that I will do my very best to reach my goal of 5,000 unique posts on what is sure to be a rag tag collection of fashion musings. I am committed to seeing outside of my woebegone obsession with fashion in order to provide victimized Haitians with the gift of mobility. And I will do whatever it takes to reach my goal, even if it means auctioning the one currency we have in this bankrupt industry: freebies.

Please visit jBlog starting at 8:00 pm EST tomorrow, Friday February 5th. I will be churning out original content for two days straight and every unique piece of feedback I receive will translate into $1.00 for Healing Hands for Haiti. To learn more about this extraordinary foundation, click here.