I received my first Christmas card today. It was from my best friends at QVC. They never forget my birthday either.
I was, what I like to call, a power shopper. My sons-in-law mockingly call my shed QVC's South Jersey satellite warehouse.
They didn't laugh when they were in desperate need of a ladder that can be manipulated five different ways. And Doug, Erin's husband, sure had a smile on his face when I gave him my super duper power washer, which I had a hard time working. Grant it, my leaf scooper-upper was more of a toy than a practical tool for picking up the enormous amount of leaves that fall around my house.
I do love me some new Cook's Essentials every now and then. They are the best pots and pans in the universe.
As much as I love watching Jeanne Bice, the Quacker Factory lady, there are only a few things of her's that I would or could wear. I love her pullover intarsia sweaters with a single picture on the front. I own a chickie, to wear around Easter, and a shamrock for St.Patrick's day, and for those patriotic days, I have a sweater with a flag on it. She is known for her sparkle and shine clothing and since my whole point of dressing is to minimalize my oh so few flaws, I can't see me wearing rhinestone birdies and squirrelies all over my torso.
On my birthday, a few years ago, my girls (Heather, Megan, Colleen, Erin and Shannon) surprised me with a tour of QVC. This was followed by an overnight stay at the delightful Brandywine River Hotel. In between they rented a limo that took us to several vineyards and a lot of wine tasting ensued. A good time was had by all.
But, I digress.
Over the years, I have gradually become a more discerning customer. Now, I really think long and hard about what they are selling, before I order. I've noticed that they have quite a knack for the soft-sell. Before you know it, you are on the phone ordering a four-player pinball machine that they describe as the best fun ever and when it arrives, it takes just one ping of the ball to know that it doesn't work right. After the fifth time of losing the ball down the hole and having to unscrew the bottom of the entire game to retrieve said ball, in deep disgust you wrap it up and take it to the post office. Then when you decide to write a comment on their website, they won't allow it to be printed. I think it has something to do with hateful words and threats made on the life of the show host who made you think that this pinball game will change your life and the life of anyone who plays it.
Call me crazy, I guess it's because of the upcoming holidays, but I have recently started to watch QVC again. I ordered two strands of battery-operated Christmas tree lights. And a door wreath with the same type of battery-operated lights. They have a six hour timer, so I can go to bed and not have to worry about the lights causing a fire during the night. I am a happy camper.
QVC is like an old acquaintance who comes in and out of your life. Sometimes you like them and sometimes you remember why you never became bffs.
Here are a few pictures of us touring QVC.
