Honey, if ballet was easy, it'd be called football.

OKAY EVERYBODY!
 
Hi again, I'll be back soon. We're getting another computer at my house, and my mom said I can use it for Polyvore. Just that computer. She also said I could make this quick set to update. So I don't feel bad about being here :)
 
As for Poise, please don't hate me! Let's just say Victoria got swine flu and that's why she's been out of work for the past few weeks.
 
Hopefully by mid-January I'll be here for good! Keep your fingers crossed and check me out on Twitter! The link's on some of my other sets.
 
xo, Angela

Polyvore gave my dad's computer a virus. It crashed.
 
So basically, I've been banned from the site.
 
But I'm sneaking on ;)
 
My sets are now going to be few & far apart. That's not to say I won't be keeping up with PFM & NYE, I just might be a little late with a few things. Just a warning.
 
xo, Angela

[story later]
 
xo, Victoria

"Merci," I said, dropping my extra change into the tip jar at the airport coffee shop. I had barely any time before my flight, but I wanted one more authentic cafe au lait. I had discovered that the new York imitations didn't even compare to the real thing.
 
"Victoria? Victoria Worthington?" a voice said behind me. I whipped around, the sheer skirt of my romatic dress-and-jacket ensemble whipping around with me. the guy's camera went off just as I broke into a grin.
 
"Oliver! What are you doing here?" I asked, giving him a hug. Olivier was a photographer, kind of like me. Well, I take photos for fashion and he's a usual paparrazzi, but we went to school together. He had been in my English class every year since ninth grade.
 
"I was here for a few events. What about you, Miss Rising Fashion Star?" he asked as we walked away from the coffee shop.
 
"Covering the Chanel event. An assistant got sick, and Bianca somehow picked me," I explained, "It was utterly amazing. I can't believe I actually spent that past few days in the fashion capitial of the world."
 
"You already have New York for fashion," he said logically as we sauntered along.
 
"Yeah, but it doesn't even compare to Paris. Or Milan. Or Ma-"
 
"I get it, I get it." He laughs and flashes me his 1OO-watt smile. "Now how about one more picture before I run off to catch a flight to LA?" I giggle and give him my usual head-tilt-and-half-smile pose.
 
"It was good seeing you again, V. I'll call you when I get back to New York, okay?" Oliver says, giving me another hug.
 
"Totally." I watch as he strides away. I make my way to the escalator. At this rate, I'm going to have to scoot to make my flight. But it was nice to see Oliver again.
 
xo, Victoria