bbengts's blog

I spent the last few hours mingling with the fashionably-clad, philanthropic National Black Arts Festival crowd applauding my fave Elite models as they strut their Saks Fifth Avenue frocks down the runway.

I Loove fashion shows, and I've worked my butt off to get press passes, backstage passes and eventually, invitations. I've stood on the sidelines, I've snapped picture after picture, chatted with the beautiful and fabulous and absolutely loved it.

I'm rarely the jealous type. Years of therapy, life coaching and self-empowerment workshops have taught me better. But tonight I couldn't help but wonder if I am ever going to be like any of the women I saw strut their stuff.

Will I ever be like Sandra Anderson Baccus, who has been the honorary chair of the National Black Arts Festival for the last 10 years, has single-handedly supported the Fine Art + Fashion event as well as the emerging young artist awards? Or like Holli Hines Easton, co-chair and VP of Origen Partners and active in causes like V-Day, March of Dimes, Men Stopping Violence?