06.11.06
June 11, 2006
I am now a proud owner of a shrug.
Maybe I better explain. A few weeks ago I was poking through my closet trying to find my summer clothes and not feeling terribly pleased with the results.
It wasn’t a pretty picture. In fact, the longer I poked, the more depressed I became
I had some great conference clothes — suits and whatnot — and I had some great “clean the house” clothes (not that I clean the house much, I have a house cleaner for that, but you know what I mean. The torn up t-shirts and faded shorts). But in terms of nice casual summer things, well, let’s just say pathetic was the word that sprung to mind.
You see, I’m not much of a clothes buyer to begin with, and since I’ve had my own business, I’ve bought even less than normal. So what I did have was old. (Really old in some cases.) And, to top it off, I’ve lost we^ight (thanks to my we^ight lifting which I’m still proud to say I do on a regular basis) so my clothes were n^ow both old and really didn’t fit very well.
Right when I had about decided a trip to the mall was in order, I got an invitation for a Weekenders party. Weekenders is this line of clothes that are comfortable, machine washable, don’t wrinkle AND mix and match. (Which means I don’t have to do much thinking as I’m getting dressed because most of the items all go together. Pretty nifty.)
So I ended buying a number of things, including a shrug. I’m really excited about the shrug. I’ve ne^ver owned an item of clothing named after a verb, and especially a verb with an attitude. I feel quite sassy every time I wear my new shrug. (In case any of you are wondering what a shrug is, it looks like one of those sweater vests we would wear in dance class in the 80s. If that doesn’t help, think of a half shirt with ties.)
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