Hey QVC, Share The Love!

Saturday, August 16th, 2008

I am blogging to you today via my new laptop! Some people get bit with the middle age crazies and buy a candy apple red corvette; I bought a candy apple red laptop. It was a lot cheaper…. Well, sort of. I bought it from QVC, the home shopping channel - which is my worse vice. It is possible that a candy apple red corvette could be cheaper than what I will spend in my lifetime at QVC. I’m pathetic y’all.
For some reason I get sucked into anything that’s being sold on that channel.

Something just comes over me, something I can’t control, and before I can say free shipping & handling, I’m picking up the phone to place my order. I have to! You can see the little ticker showing how fast the product is being sold, and at the same time the show host is just really playing on your psyche by saying things like, “We have only 1000 left. We will NEVER have this product again. It’s ONLY available today, right here at QVC, you won’t find this ANYWHERE else.” My heart starts racing and I can’t get to the phone quick enough. I just can’t imagine not getting my hands on something I will NEVER be able to buy again. I mean, my gosh, if it’s good enough for Joan Rivers, it’s good enough for me!

In addition to my laptop, here are just a few things I’ve purchased on QVC or HSN: wireless printer, 3 sets of earrings, one necklace, two casserole dishes, 250 huggable hangers, 4 cashmere sweaters, 2 tunics, makeup, lots and lots of makeup (I just have to after they do those darn before and after shots on live TV!), vitamins, sheets, bath robe, self tanning spray… Okay, I’ll stop here because I’m getting that lump in my gut just thinking about it.

So here’s the deal. I think QVC needs to share the love and have ME, Lavender Chick, on their show selling Hummingbird Farms’ fine line of Aromatherapy Lavender Body Care. I mean, come on – I can host AND I can sell! I figure it’s just like sitting in the living room chatting with your girlfriends about how great your products are. And boy can I chat. And brag. And I can do a much better job than that guy that sells his chocolate bubble bath with his mother. That’s just gross!

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