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Bonjour! Je m’appelle Victoria. Not Vicky. Not Veronica.
Speaking of names that aren’t mine, my sister calls me Elizabeth Taylor behind my back. She’s right to do so. I’m on my way to my seventh eighth ninth — oh heck let’s just say — tenth marriage.
I believe practice makes perfect.
I also believe my life would be an excellent premise for a reality show.
So far I’ve turned down both reality shows I was asked to be a part of.
Yea… welcome to my life.
One day I’m walking the runway at New York Fashion Week and the next I’m hosting a fashion show on national morning television.
In the little free time I have, I try to figure out how I can meet Lenny Kravitz. Because hot damn that man is yum.
I’m a pinch of sweet and a dash of snark.
I’m also a polite native New Yorker (yea I don’t know how that happened either.) And a mom.
I live in the big bad city with my three children in an apartment that’s nine minutes away from my secret agent lover man and my guy. He makes me ridiculously happy.
He also convinced me to stop buying PCs and to finally get a MacBook Pro. Now I’m really happy. Computer problems are a thing of the past, aw yay!
In the few years I’ve had this blog, I’ve shared way too much about my life. Stick around and I’ll overshare some more.
xo Victoria
