My mom sends me magazines + articles in the mail. Typically they include tidbits she thinks I may find interesting. I have lots of clients that feel the need to share printed info with others and I discourage them as the time + space alone to keep these well intended reads becomes quite tedious.
Well this time, mom sent me a good one.... I related to this one on certain levels and you may too... However don't get me wrong...I still enjoy the occasional checkbook party as long as it involves wine + apps + something hip + new, oh and I can guarantee that when I get home my husband has successfully put the kids to bed!
Checkbook is now a party accessory
by Jenny Sokol | Columnist The Orange County Register
When is a party not a party?
When the hostess hands you a catalog, a salesperson pitches fabulous monthly specials, and you feel you must reach for your checkbook before you can go home.
I vaguely remember the other kind of party, the kind where friends visit, nosh and leave feeling uplifted. I miss those parties. (me too!)
Parties began to transform into shopping nightmares years ago, with an innocent invitation in my mailbox to a cooking show. Intrigued, I sat through the presentation. Newly married and clueless in the kitchen, I marveled at the concept of cheese knives and garlic presses. I did what came naturally at the time – alternately flipping through the catalog and gasping in astonishment at kitchen appliances and accessories.
Along with the other party-goers, I pulled out my checkbook, desperate to possess my own mini food chopper. (got one)
Attending that party must have put me on the list, because I quickly joined the direct-sales party circuit. I partied for candles, scrapbooks, makeup, skin care, home furnishings, bath products, premix food packets and kitchenware. Red-faced, I endured a sensual pleasures party, where the hostess encouraged participants to test-drive products in the privacy of her guest bathroom. (now I haven't a consultant suggest that have you?!!)
As I became wise to the process, I looked for and purchased the cheapest item in the catalog. On occasions when I declined to make a purchase, the hostess (desperate to reach a hostess gift goal) and the sales consultant (desperate to make a sale) reassured me that the party would be "open" for a week. With a smile, one would chirp, "I'll stop by for your order form!"
To read the complete article: http://www.ocregister.com/life/party-cookware-sales-1958872-room-skin
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