Victoria Elizabeth Barnes

I am too sad to write a post.

We spent last weekend at Penn State… My youngest brother graduated and then drove off to St. Louis, where he will either get a job, apply to medical school, or become homeless… depending on the degree to which it turns out he is able to function independently of my mother reminding/ hounding/haranguing/monitoring/and acting as secretary, war general, and private chef.

For 23 years, Matthew has been at my parents’ house nearly every time I’ve been there. Even when he went away to college, he was home for random weekends, school breaks, and holidays. My entire definition of family requires that Matthew live at home with my parents… For the rest of his life.

But instead of accommodating me, Matthew got in his car with his girlfriend Alex, and moved across the country.

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10 year anniversary — our wedding day in a 2min video.

When I am incredibly busy and stressed, I like to compound it all by beginning extensive projects other than that which I am supposed to be working on.

I award myself extra points if they are unnecessary, irrelevant, and totally unimportant to anyone but me.

And because I am compulsive, I MUST START THEM IMMEDIATELY.

Hotel duPont, wedding recap

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Auctions– because you can never have too many giant, antique, fancy pieces of junk.

After The Kingdom Mirror went viral, Paul said things like – are you going to leave me for some guy who loves antiques that you meet on the internet?

I said – of course not. Unless he loves cats. Then, maybe.

This was because I’d gotten some emails in the vein of: you are an amazing, glorious, goddess of perfection and giant fancy things, whom I worship and would acquire mirrors for all day long.

And I sort of thought– gosh. Wow. I DO love Paul… but maybe I would love someone else even more? Someone who WANTS to do mirror-retrieval? I mean, for all I know Jon Hamm really likes antiques. And cats.

So I started to wonder – have I inadvertently limited my life’s work by tethering myself to Paul? By choosing someone who is capable of mirror-retrieval, but not enthusiastic for it?

Have I made a terrible mistake?

At some point I started collecting giant, fancy antique mirrors – mantel mirrors, pier mirrors… doesn’t matter as long as they are ornate (and cheap!) See my latest auction-treasure!

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.