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  1. Aloma DeVaux
    July 23, 2013 @ 10:36 am

    Victoria…my dear how can anyone tire of you? You are amazing, deliciously funny and someone I am certain I would have gotten along with famously if we lived even remotely close to one another. Everyone has “bad” days, you are not impervious to what the rest of us experiences…although my image of you being a superwoman with uncanny strength that can defy the social media strains may now be slightly tarnished. (just kidding!) Write on love, you do it beautifully!

    May this find you well on your way to the next big adventure!

    Aloma
    http://sweetaloma.wordpress.com/

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  2. tammigirl
    July 23, 2013 @ 10:36 am

    My husband keeps laughing (nervously) and saying “She’s nuts!”. Which is, as you already know, the highest form of praise.

    Also? You just described my Sunday. Except I did not go to the mall.

    I did have the deep desire to purchase a french Kingdom and rage, though. BIG TIME.

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  3. Mellissa Rose
    July 23, 2013 @ 10:37 am

    I love yours better too. I have dozens of pieces that I never wear. I put them on and then wind up taking them off before I go out the door. Things around my neck (or in my ears or around my wrist) drive me crazy. And yet I still buy crap.

    This is truly not a spam thing but I buy a lot of my sparkly stuff on Groopdealz (dot com). They currently have a J. Crew inspired bracelet for $10. Score!

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  4. Melissa from the Blue House
    July 23, 2013 @ 10:37 am

    I like yours better.

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  5. Gwenette
    July 23, 2013 @ 10:38 am

    “Also, in this case it was called– overwhelmed/trying to buy 5 seconds of stress-relief/Versailles was not for sale.” This is SO insightful. I never realized that’s what I’m doing when I buy something so unnecessary. Thank you for putting it into words for me.

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  6. Elizabeth
    July 23, 2013 @ 10:39 am

    It’s easy to be a revolutionary during a raccoon purchase. A real revolutionary is the one who is comfortable with her decision when she lays in bed and thinks about what her mother would think… 🙂

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    • tammigirl
      July 23, 2013 @ 10:53 am

      Oh my gosh Elizabeth, I think we are related!

      One time, years ago, I ran into my cousin in the parking lot at a department store and the first words out of our mouths were a simultaneous “Do not tell my mother you saw me here!” I was a grown woman with four kids of my own!

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  7. doderama
    July 23, 2013 @ 10:39 am

    omg – you are me. I love you. I am telling everyone on earth how completely brill you are.

    I also have a sparkly racoon in my head and a mirror troll on my shoulder. I feel like I have finally met someone who truly understands me. Don’t ever quit writing, otherwise 1) I will have to be productive at work and 2) will have to go back to thinking that I am the Only One. Kind of the the Highlander, but with fewer swords and worse hair.

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    • Victoria Elizabeth Barnes
      July 23, 2013 @ 12:22 pm

      “Kind of the the Highlander, but with fewer swords and worse hair.” Actually made me laugh out loud.

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  8. Cat
    July 23, 2013 @ 10:40 am

    I still love you. I won’t leave you. YOUR version of the necklace is WAY better than Banana Republic’s (and I won’t shop there because the CEO hates voluputuous women and refused to make clothes for them). Sorry for the political aside. Crabby. Not enough sleep for the past, oh, 27 days. I ADORE sparklies! Keep on posting, girl!

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  9. Toots
    July 23, 2013 @ 10:45 am

    You made me tear up. I know you feel the pressure, but not to worry….I doubt any of us are going to forget you, nor any of the people I’ve told about you and your blog. Nor the ones they’ve told……ad infinitum. Write on, about any topic that gets into that raccoon brain. You’ve already won our loyalty, Victoria Elizabeth.

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  10. Siouxzie Q
    July 23, 2013 @ 10:53 am

    A couple of thoughts:

    1. “I’d like to say that I’m returning the one I bought… but the raccoon is still licking it.” Never mind the sparkly necklaces, that imagery is a true gem.

    2. I totally get that self-combustible rage drives random purchases… as evidenced by the dinner-table-sized Gothic mirror that’s taken up residence on my bedroom floor. (Still working on that “finding a wall” thing.)

    3. Oooh, pretteeeeeeeeey. I covet your necklace much more than the other. (I also wish I had a neck like yours. Very model-y.)

    4. Quiet your worries. You’ll never be alone. I suspect the army of us who snap to attention at the notification of a new VEB post is building like a Stalin five-year plan.

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    • tammigirl
      July 23, 2013 @ 10:55 am

      Dangit Siouxzie Q, you are not clickable. I wanted to get to know you better. 🙂

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      • Siouxzie Q
        July 23, 2013 @ 12:48 pm

        That’s right neighborly of you. I suppose I should make myself clickable, but it sounds sorta painful and complicated. BTW, I went to your site and read your latest post. Now my raccoon wants a chocolate milkshake. Thanks. Thanks a lot.

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        • tammigirl
          July 24, 2013 @ 9:34 am

          You’re welcome. It’s a service I provide; going to mid-level eateries and getting too excited about it.

          Last night it was The Melting Pot. Mmmmm warm melted chocolate all over everything.

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  11. Amy Cole Farrell
    July 23, 2013 @ 10:53 am

    Thank you for naming your fear of blog abandonment. Blog-bandonment? Regardless, sign me up ! I’m here to stay.

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  12. Karyn
    July 23, 2013 @ 10:55 am

    I love your necklace! I think it’s much prettier than the one that was ridiculously expensive. Plus, how could any of your loyal fans forget about you??

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  13. Meg
    July 23, 2013 @ 10:58 am

    OMG . . . raccoon brain! I knew there was a name for my desire to have all things that sparkle! LOVE IT!

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  14. Cam
    July 23, 2013 @ 10:59 am

    The shiny craving raccoon in my head LOVES them both.

    And now, for the first time in my life I’m thinking… I don’t have enough pins and broaches…

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  15. Victoria Montelongo
    July 23, 2013 @ 10:59 am

    I understand completely the strange notion of impulse buying! Your necklace is beautiful! Thanks for sharing.

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  16. Jeri Church
    July 23, 2013 @ 11:00 am

    Leave you? YOU are my Racoon-in-the-head so I can’t leave you! Glad you don’t lick though. :P~~~

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  17. Garden, Home and Party
    July 23, 2013 @ 11:13 am

    Victoria,
    As your much older, “been there done that” friend, you must know:
    I could never tire of your endlessly entertaining take on all things VEB LIFE…it’s wildly fun to follow (or try to) your train of thought.

    Second, how many little old ladies did Banana Republic have to mug to get those broaches? Sorry, that is what grandma used to wear and stringing it on a pretty gold chain wouldn’t entice me…but that’s my old ladyish thought process. The pictures of the one you made looks great on a younger person, namely you! 😀
    xo,
    Karen

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  18. Emily
    July 23, 2013 @ 11:14 am

    Oh! Sparkly! Love it!

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  19. DB
    July 23, 2013 @ 11:26 am

    Hhhummmm, “overwhelmed and close to crying hysterically/tearing your hair out. But ALSO LIKE YOU ARE ON FIRE WITH RAGE.” Check your calendar, darling.

    I know, sometimes you just have to buy something to calm the nerves and keep you from beating the swag out of someone you love.

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  20. Lisa
    July 23, 2013 @ 11:32 am

    this explains it… a raccoon in my brain, huh. I, too, MUST have the sparkly stuff, all shapes sizes and colors… then I, too, don’t wear it more than a few times, ha ha. I believe – if it doesn’t sparkle, then it’s not very valuable, right?
    Can’t see me (or anyone else) tiring of you (and your blog) for a long, long time.
    xoxo

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    • Lisa
      July 23, 2013 @ 11:33 am

      Actually a friend long ago likened me to a Myna Bird from a Disney movie. One who ‘appropriated’ sparkly things to call her own, ha ha ha. 😉

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