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I was feeling really positive about my latest thrift-store outfit. That was before I accidentally melted the blouse with my iron.
For one week, I’ll be sending out poems to a few of New York City’s greatest food heroes — to the amazing projects, city efforts, local businesses, and community-based organizations devoted to transforming our food system.
Veggie challenge check-in: Dinner’s easy — I’m married to a great cook. Breakfast is also easy. But I can’t seem to fill up at lunch.
I tried to punch up this thrift store dress with braided hair, huge earrings, and bright red lipstick, but it still bores me to sleep. The reaction in my office: crickets chirping.
The Humane Society wrote and offered to buy me a delicious vegetarian lunch. My general policy is to eat lunch when it’s offered, so I took them up on it.
It turns out my boring dress was perfect for the heat. And I even found thrifty clothes for yoga class. Now to shop for a weekend of drinking — I mean, hiking.
Here’s something I didn’t expect to miss about shopping for new clothes: air conditioning. And cleanliness. Oh, and dressing rooms.
How do you honor the two friends who made a movie showing the power of community to change the food system? A limerick, of course.
In the third week of Umbra’s month of dares, she dresses up like a bee and stops to smell the planet.
Author Anna Lappe expresses her love for Just Food in 17 syllables.
Turns out my mom had some beautiful blouses back in the day. Too bad none of her pants or skirts will fit me, other than these blinged-out white jeans.
Somebody call the Antiques Roadshow! I found a vintage designer piece in my mom’s closet. Blouse goddess, indeed.
In the days leading up to his first attempt at hosting a party with a small carbon footprint, our host faces a dilemma: Some guests insist on driving.
Remember those really short shorts from the 70s? That’s what I wore for running today. I guess I better get comfortable with showing some leg, and fast.
Author and food activist Anna Lappe shows her appreciation for the Lower East Side Girls Club with an acrostic.
There’s nothing quite contrary about Eagle Street Farm.
The finds from my mom’s closet have been so successful that some people think I didn’t even have to dig to find them. Oh, I dug. Believe me. I dug.
It’s the last week of Umbra’s 25 days of dares. She dares to green her take-out and high-five a bus driver.
I skipped the last pair of mom jeans today for a preppy sweater and a linen skirt. Did someone just call me Muffy?
Cleaver Co. deserves praise for their delicious food and support of other green groups in New York City.
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