You might not know this about me, but I was set adrift by my fashion blogger parents as a young Zooby Baby sized fashion blogger, and wound up on the shores of Juicy. There I was taken in by herd of Pink Flamingos who raised me as their own.
Sometimes, late at night, I sneak back there, to visit my secret family and tell them how I am, and all the news in fashion blogger land. They pretend to listen. Continue reading