Ah, 2014. Where does the time go? It’s like the more you try to hang on, the faster it slips through your hands. I’ve had such an amazing 2013. A year full of love, traveling, good eats, and a whole lot of inner struggling, but cot dayum was it divine! I’m so fortunate, I have so much – but each day I wake up wanting more, to do more for myself and others. Sometimes I feel like it’s greedy of me to ask for more, but fuck man.. ain’t nobody asking, girl be working hella hard!! You’d think as time goes on my fantasies and dreams would take a seat on the back burner but fo rill, I wake up hungrier each day.

2013 taught me how to live life, and live it well. To be honest, I don’t know what it means to be happy 24/7 anymore. When you go and grow through life, you see stuff, you build this attitude, you get stuff fed to you 24/7, you hear and see so much unfiltered stuff you forget what it is to be happy. But I think I found it, being happy isn’t about waking up each day with a smile and a puppies licking your face, it’s an honest day in and day out effort. But fo rills though I’m not trying to get side tracked, I think I found it, I think I found out how to live and love my life the most honest way I can.

I don’t know what the birds are singing but I’m not trying to be roses and rainbows every day. I just want to be honest with myself each day, like genuinely honest. If I want to be sad, I let myself be sad. Why deny myself the raw emotions I’m capable of having, why force feed myself happy quotes and lollipops when all my heart wants is a fuckin good ass cry. It sounds crazy but letting myself be me, whether it be ugly, pretty or damn sad – has made me the happiest person alive. You’d think this would come natural, but for me – time has built a tougher coating than I’d like. The world telling me to do this, the world telling me to do that. But 2013 gave me my life back, I felt like it gave me the tools to be a stronger and better me.
Here’s to never denying yourself any emotions your heart were meant to feel. Love on, baby.

Anyways this took me about 8 mins to write so give me a min to get my head out of the clouds and get back to it. 

But damn, it feels guuud layin it on these keys..





It totes breaks my heart when I see people are still checking out Vickyloves when I haven’t posted in like..a long time. Makes me feel like that terrible mother that promises her kid a trip to the playground but never really finds the time to take him. ugh, i die.

Another way to tell I havent logged in awhile? I friggin forgot my username and password. Like dude, who forgets that type of info? Considering ive been logging on almost erry cot dayum day for the last few years.

I hope you’re not mad, honestly – things came up and i couldn’t find the time to write! Are we okay, boo? Gosh, where the french toast does time go? But with that being said, even just writing this little post makes me itch to get back into the writing chair. I forgot how fun it was to talk about nothing and be rude in my own personal space on here. Anyways, i hope everyone is enjoying their summers – full of boobs, babes, boys and Beyonce (i just really, really love her).

Initially I logged on to write a “see ya later” post but now that we’re a few paragraphs in and the writing endorphins are released – dayum, dis shiz feel hella guuud.

So to sum up the summer in a run on sentence, i fall head over heels for my nephew everyday when we meet for our facetime chat, my beloved Tiger passed away due to old age (i think about him everyday, miss that guy), B and I are stronger than ever (we celebrated our 1 year a few weeks ago!), my sister is in town soon and i simply cannot wait, my body is as tanned as ever (love it), got my first Chanel bag (seriously, who am I?), my hair got hacked by 6 inches, started my online boutique (www.CHRISandOPHER.com – for those wondering, that’s me!), my boobs are a bit bigger (sadly, so is everywhere else on my body lol), and of course i turned 26 boo ya!!

i’m spending countless hours enjoying my summer with my boo, my babes, and my family. There are good days, and there are bad days, but when I step back to admire all I have – I say to myself, “dang, life is so good.”

Anyways, we’ll see how I feel a little later on in the summer – i might just  be back! I came back mostly to say hi, and see how everyone was doing – obvi i’ve been thinking about you too!!

Have a great rest of the summer errryone. Luuuuuuuh you.

(Follow me on my instagame: Veeezyloves)

IG Etiquette.

Oh sweet baby corn Jesus I’ve been itching to do this for a while, and I even feel a little bad for the bash that’s about to commence, but to my better judgment – I say fuck it.

So as you folks may already know, I am a major Instagram addict. Not in the sense I spend 20 minutes picking out filters and editing my photo until I look like someone else, more so as in I can get lost in IG threads for hours. Puppy pictures, naked import girl photos, funny photos, DIY projects – the list goes on. That part of IG is great, it’s kind of what makes the app so amazing and humbling at the same time. And then there’s this dark part of IG that no one really speaks about – the douche-a-grams. These are the photos you like only because you feel obligated to, but deep down, you’re saying “what the fuck?”

–          Covered faces

IG 1
“Hanging with my friends doing cool things, isnt this photo so awesome!?!”

Is your girlfriend/boyfriend that ugly? Are some of your friends that terrible looking? Are these drug dealers? WHY.. people, why? Why do you take photos with people only to blur their faces out or better yet, put a cartoon on it and pretend that’s okay. To be honest, I assume all people with covered faces are drug dealers that don’t want others to know they’ve gone soft on IG. I said it, I don’t care.

–          Blurry photos of concerts / cool places / famous people you want others to know you’ve been a witness to.

You. Are. Too. Cool. NOT. Don’t get me wrong, I love a sick “wow” photo, but if your picture is blurry as my memory of last night then you best keep that to yourself. I’d rather you just upload a clearer image from the professional google image files. Save us the hassle of squinting.

–          Selfies with captions that say you’re doing something.

I’m actually a big fan of selfies (mostly due to the fact I take them myself and I’m not about to put myself on blast lol). but let’s call a spade a spade, a selfie is a selfie. It’s a beautiful picture you’ve taken of yourself. You’re gorgeous, you’re damn right you should share it. Selfies with captions like “girls night out or “doing homework,” or “enjoying the beautiful day out” – are not needed. It’s a selfie, we get it.

–          Stupid food photos. I know what a starbucks cup looks like, trust me I know. Ugh, and the prep photos of your week’s healthy meals. Who da faaaack cares. I mean, it’s great you’re on that health tip and taking care of yourself but if your quinoa and baked chicken isn’t bleeding leprechaun sprinkles please don’t. Show me pictures of food I can crave for!!!

–          Gifts/flowers/ from unknown senders/ people who post gift boxes without showing the gift itself. I find these are usually from people who seek more attention. And I hate these photos because being the nosy mother fucker that I am.. I want to know what you got at Chanel you cheap bastard!!!

–          Basic bitches trying to act like they’re the bizness.

IG 2

So lord knows I felt like I was black in my past life – from my superb taste in chocolate (both the cocoa, and the men), to my  preteen choices in rap/hip hop music to my love for all things southern related – that’s just me. But then all of a sudden these people who happened to know 4 trap songs started to feel like they were “about that life”. Calling themselves “ratchet,” going out and getting “turnt up” and saying all this weird shit – thinkin’ they all baaaaaad and shiet. Like seriously, don’t be chuckin up the deuces and callin yourself a bad bitch if you live at home with your mom and don’t pay rent. And for the record sweet cheeks, I’ve been to places like Miami during Carnival week, and LA for All Star Weekend – I know what a cot dayum rachet is and that’s not something you should aspire to be.

To be completely truthful, the list goes on lol – but the good really does outweigh the bad (or else I’d never be on it!!!). My concern with IG is the phoniness it’s gotten into. Basic bitches turning into super models and living well off of nothing. I don’t get it. Actually I do, basic bitches need parading, real ones don’t.

Let’s be real for a moment, our Instagrams aren’t the whole truth, far from it to be honest. We come here on this fake pedestal and brag about how much we’re doing, how well we’re doing and how important it all is. We somehow neglect to document the real parts – the ones not deemed appropriate for IG because it’s not perfect enough. The late nights, the work politics, the bad fights with your boyfriend, the terrible morning hair, the hours lost watching bad TV. No.. on IG, we’re all endlessly interesting and driven, philosophical dreamers living so well others want to be us. The lack of life direction, the unfulfilling relationship, the microwave dinner, the new designer bag with $0 in it are no place for Instagram, oh no .. oh no no. On IG, we’re doing everything right with the right people, all the fucking time.

The whole truth is IG is everyone’s personal orchestrated highlight reel. Don’t be confused or misled by all the empty “likes” – after the scene ends, everyone returns to their normal lives of pushing another day off the calendar, back to the trials and tribulations of that journey called life.

But with all that being said, IG has inspired me to eat better (thanks to all the amazing people that post healthy and delicious easy dinners!), it’s opened up business ideas, it’s gotten my brain churning which is the best  gift of all – it’s inspired a portion of my life to grow a bit. Growth is growth, I’ll take it any day. When it comes to my own IG, I personally love to document all the pretty in my life, especially things that give people a sneak peek of who I am. My love for good shoes, beautiful décor, my wonderful people and the happy moments. But when the batt is at 1% and my day is still young, I don’t give a fuck. Life goes on with or without an audience. Instagram is often made up of a bed of little white lies.

But if Instagram was telling the truth and nothing but, wouldn’t it just be showing us scrolling through our IG all day?

Vickyloves 2.0

To be honest, I don’t know what to do here anymore. I’ve started this in my head about a thousand times and today it just felt right. What used to make me tick, fashion must haves, the bombest food, hot men, doesn’t necessarily do it for me anymore (okay, food and men are still relevant and always will be!) but my content has evolved just as I have. I used to feel a need to tell you everything I knew, I used to feel a need to share my opinions and thoughts, now fast forward a handful of years later – I’ve grown even more comfortable and deeper into my skin, and that intense desire to share, share, share all the time no longer exists. From my point of view, Tumblr, Instagram (My name is Vicky, and I am an IG addict), and Facebook has caused this oversaturation of sharing that most of the time, holds no substance. It’s the constant sharing of fake fluff that has me uninterested and disconnected. Everyone is so…lame haha! Well except you. We like you.

There are days when I want to write so badly about relationships, Instragram etiquette, or the annoying things people do – and I will do that, when the moment calls for it. But the daily timed posts are stopping as of now. So yes, that’s correct – Vickyloves isn’t dead, but it’s taking a turn for the better – back to what made me start it in the beginning – the writing. Instead of chasing the next big thing to write about, I’ll be pulling content from my life. So expect a post of 2 about eating Oreos off my belly. I kid I kid.

What got me to this point, you ask? (yes, you asked). My happiness, my growth! I didn’t like writing with an agenda, it stopped flowing freely a few months back and my content began to feel forced. It just wasn’t fun, the fashion events were always awkward (everyone is a cow but the goodie bags were my favorite!), and I hated ruining other people’s dinners with my camera flash haha (for all the food photos I’ve taken, FML). It was all … blah.

My daily goal of being happy and true to myself outweighs all – because when those first 2 things are running on full, it lets me love that much more. And you already know, I love to love! It really brings out the best in all I do (that was me tooting my own horn, did you hear it!?).

This used to be an outlet for the younger Veeezy, somewhere to speak my mind and share my stories, it truly was such a fun time for me! Seriously, the best part of it all was having people connecting with my material. The “omg, that’s so funny – I sooo feel you” type of comments were my favorite, it made me feel like I was doing something right. And folks, I’m going to do right by you and not be some annoying blogger that just reposts the fuck out of everyone else’s post and then pretend they experienced it. oh no, oh no.. we gon’ get gully. (that’s slang for “real” for those that grew outside of East Van.)

So to wrap it up, I just wanted to say thank you for being here – it really means a lot. It would mean a lot more to me if you stayed for Vickyloves 2.0 (but you don’t have to, but I think you should…  hehe). And for those who don’t want Vickyloves to change – build a bridge, and get over it!!! *insert my chicken head and finger waving.

I guess I haven’t changed that much. I love you!

See you here in a little while.



**shit this is my 999th post, meaning my next post as Vickyloves 2.0 will be my 1000th. How crackhead coincidental cray is that? Totes meant to be.

Hi dolls!

Sorry for being a total complete boring whore! I’ve been completely caught up in living the dream – smelling babies, fabulous loving, and good eats. My nephew leaves tomorrow (5 weeks goes by fast) so eggspect total self-loathing until the end of time!!! Just kidding. But fo rills though, I don’t know what I’m going to do when there’s no baby at home waiting to get hassled by me. sigh. I’m going to miss him so much.

Baby Christopher 1

I’ve totally become this crazy aunt that takes photos like a baby paparazzi!! He’s all, “pleazzze, no pictures!”

Baby Christopher 2

The way he looks at my mom. Btw, he’s a total grandma’s boy.

Baby Christopher 3

Totall BFFFFF with Curious George. And check out those dimples!!

Baby Christopher 4

Love love love this little booger.

Anyways, I’m taking a mini break from writing but I’ll be back with a bigger and better Veeezyloves come mid-March/April! Like that new new ish ya feel me?

I’m just feeling that my content as of late hasn’t been the business. Like word is to bond, my writing is to quality, quality > quantity.  I don’t want to feel like I’m forced to write about something because I have to. It really needs to flow naturally, and I want to be eggcited to write about it – that’s what’s fun about having a blog and sharing it! With that being said, I’m going to take the time to develop a more stronger voice for Veeezyloves!

Until then, sharpie me in your calendars for Spring, we doing it up big!

My favorite last minute gift idea!

Lately when I’ve asked my girlfriends & friends what they’re doing for Valentine’s Day, the common answer has been “nothing, V-day is stupid, it’s overrated, there’s nothing to do” or something along the lines of that. I just thought I’d make it clear that ladies/fellas, you need to realize that Valentine’s day has nothing to do with what you feel and what you believe, it’s about going out of your way, making the effort, and spending that extra attention on him/her. It’s about blowing a bit of coin and showing your boy/girl that he/she is special to you and that you appreciate him/her. For those whiners that say “it’s a hallmark holiday, I show her love everyday” crap, it’s all nonsense. Trust me, my boo thang showers me with love on the regular (and it is the BOMB) but I love that he rises up to the challenge to outdo himself when the occasion calls for it. The day should be about over indulging with each other. So get off your lazy butt and make your lover feel special on the one day of the year that we’re allowed to brag and swoon without guilt– or else someone else will come along and do it.

And for all you people who think it’s just a “lovers day,” when was the last time you showed your gfs some love and sent them flowers or candy? When was the last time you had a girls night and just went balls out? if you can’t recall, I suggest you refuel your dope friend status and show them how it is to be loved by someone like you! it’s a day celebrating love so make sure you spread love to all. Happy lovers, friends, family, gfs Day to everyone!!!

For those last minute folks – Edible Arrangements are still taking orders today for delivery tomorrow. I’ve ordered a few already, so do it now!!

edible arrangements1

What’s better than a buoquet of flowers? A buoquet of edible flowers, i love food! What a dope gift. Now bitches dont have to feel so guilty about stuffing their faces with chocolate, you’re gettin your fruit fix too! Happy humpday, dolls xo.

Some Flyday reading material…

Morning loves of my life! You, yes you 🙂

In case you’re looking for some Flyday Friday reading material – I’ve got you covered:

I love when Doobie writes on Honeydrip, her witty sense of writing always leaves me chuckling and wanting more. She did a quick SAG Awards 2013 recap and hit all the right spots:

nina SAG Awards 2013

Read here.

Beautiful Instagram fashion doll Sain rockin’ and stylin our Honeydrip pieces:


Read here.

Ah, who would’ve thought the day would come where I’d suggest sweats for casual wear.. not to worry, they’re fancy leather sweats! **TREND alert, bitches.

leather sweatpants 3

B lookin’ so fine! Read here.

Tory Burch is coming to Vancouver! For all you Burch fans, yay. I’ve never been a huge fan, but I’m eggcited to see if I swoon over our city’s newest retail provider. Givin’ it a chance 🙂

thory burch

Read here.

Hello Kitty lovin’ for all you fiends out there.


Read here.

MAC’s newest Archie Girl’s collection has me reliving my childhood dreams. Are you a Betty or a Veronica?


Read here.

COI – Conflict of Interest, a twist on designer labels. Definitely a nice change from seeing all these douchey label whores in the city.


Read here.

If you don’t know, now you know! Have a great long weekend and even more fabulous Lunar New Year. I’ll be perfecting my puppy face for those with fat red envelopes to spare. Love you! xo.