Wednesday, March 23, 2016

lifting me higher

Top: Vetta (borrowed); Skirt: Nicholas (from last year, similar style here); Shoes: Steve Madden; Bag: Saint Laurent; Sunglasses: Celine

It was election night, November 4, 2008, around roughly 8pm in Reno, Nevada. At this point in the day, I had already been waiting outside several polling places for hours -- schools, community centers -- where children's artwork scattered the hallways -- while inside voters quietly cast their ballots. What was I doing exactly? I had already cast my vote earlier that day, proudly wearing my "I voted" sticker across my chest, and was now politely stopping people as they exited, asking them who they had voted for as part of the Sparks Tribune live exit poll update. For context, Reno and Sparks, both situated in Washoe County, were contested cities in a contested county, that could literally swing Democratic or Republican at the drop of a hat -- in turn, swinging Nevada Blue or Red. And yes, possibly, definitively swinging the election in favor of Obama or McCain. And in some small way, at least to me, I was in the middle of it, waiting to see how it would all pan out.

I stood there, idly, texting my editor all the while, notepad in hand, waiting for moms, dads, college students and grandparents alike to shuffle past me as they left. "McCain" and "Obama" got casually thrown around left and right, as I furiously notched away tally marks on my notepad. From what I could tell that evening, and from what I could sense in the weeks leading up to the election, it was anyone's game. And my tally marks sat there, staring back at me, as if shrugging their shoulders in agreed confusion. I called the evening at 9pm, updated my editor with my rough tally marks and exit quotes, and headed to my next assignment for the evening -- to cover the Democratic watch party at a nearby hotel/casino, as a colleague of mine went to cover the Republican watch party.

"Your love keeps lifting me higher..." a deep, recorded Jackie Wilson's voice belted over the loudspeakers as I entered that grand ballroom at the Grand Sierra. Large TV screens set up around the room had every major television network blaring live updates as states reported their vote counts. Blue and red lighting up the United States map like a paint by numbers set. The room had this palpable energy, buzzing with electricity and purpose -- a common goal uniting young and old, of different backgrounds and races together. I took it all in (as unbiased as possible, since I was on assignment), but it was hard not to get swept up in it. I took a spot on the floor, cross legged, to watch CNN and listened to the conversations going on around me. Absorbing every little detail of the evening that I could. 

Now, it's been years since that evening and I can't tell you what I was wearing and the boyfriend who met me there that night is no longer in my life, but I still vividly remember two elderly African American women sitting in front of me, also on the floor, their arms wrapped around each other, slightly rocking back and forth. As Nevada reported their results (Blue!) and other western states followed suit, I watched their reaction, taking breaks from clasping hands to clapping their hands, until finally the election was called -- and Obama had won. I watched them both break into tears and an infectious laughter simultaneously.  

And I couldn't help but tear up at the sight of it, as Jackie Wilson continued to play on the overhead speakers.

I still think of that night every time I've gone to go vote since then, and in some way, in sharing this story, I hope it makes you think of a time when you realized your voice and your vote mattered, too. Regardless of what party, candidate or issue you support, it makes a difference. You make a difference. 

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to drop off my voter registration form for the state of New York in the mail. 


  1. That skirt is simply lovely!!



  2. Love this skirt !

    Yes, you're true, our vote, our opinion makes the difference but is this always true?

    Glam Observer

  3. amazing skirt, love it!!

  4. What an amazing moment and memory. These are the kinds of things that we never forget. Even when politics gets frustrating (when is it not), you have memories like this to keep you inspired and empowered.

  5. The skirt is so beautiful and super flattering:P

    Shall We Sasa

  6. That skirt is so lovely and I love that necklace! Also, I absolutely loved this story. Good for you for using this platform to encourage others to use their voice!

    Sweet Helen Grace

  7. so pretty ;-)

    i invite to me too

  8. Love your skirt

  9. You look fabulous! I LOVE the graffiti in the background too. Such a glamorous outfit.

  10. Beautiful skirt! Looks so gorgeous!
    Love from {a lifestyle, fashion, beauty, and food blog}

  11. We love flared skirts and this look is amazing, elegant but with the perfect simplicity.
    Happy Easter time!

  12. Love everything about this look!

  13. Thanks so much for sharing that story. It's such a great reminder of how important it is for us to use our voices no matter how small we might think they are. And your outfit is stunning!


  14. This is such a gorgeous look!
    The necklace is amazing, I love it!


  15. That skirt is just lovely and the necklace reaaly makes the outfit perfect <3

    xoxo, Lastestbag - Best Bags For Women 2016


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