March 20, 2012 will go down in socialite history as the day I met Vogue‘s Queen of Fashion, Anna Wintour. This chance encounter took place on the intersection of Sixth Ave. and 42nd St. around 8:00 a.m. and my life will never be the same. On my morning stroll to work, a car pulled up next me and an elegant woman got out. The first thing I noticed about her was her fabulous bag. As I looked at the bag for a few seconds, I began to notice Ms. Wintour’s signature Paige boy haircut and large designer sunglasses. For a moment everything fell into slow motion like a dream sequence in a movie. I looked to her and said, “Anna? Anna Wintour? Is it really you?” It was so surreal when she looked me and said, “Yes.”
Dying to introduce myself, I did the Madonna thing and skipped over my last name completely saying, “It’s such a pleasure to meet you. I’m Vicky.” She then reached out her hand for a quick handshake and continued on her way to make the world a more fabulous place. Little did I know when I stumbled out of bed that morning that I would soon be shaking hands with the most powerful woman in the world. In the seconds after, I regretted not trying to speak to her longer or giving her my card, but I soon realized that our spring morning encounter had been perfect. Though I’d been confident enough to talk to her, I’d followed the teachings of Kate Middleton and been calm and gracious. Perhaps, as my socialite star grows brighter, Queen Wintour and I will meet again.
