I have to tell you a couple funny stories about QVC. Why? I don’t know. Maybe you’ll see yourself in either me or my friends. I don’t watch QVC at all because I consider it very, very dangerous for my personality. How do I know this? Well, one night, Devon and I were staying at this person’s mansion (it was absolutely huge). A friend of mine owns a pet-sitting business that caters to the extremely wealthy. He couldn’t spend the weekend at the client’s house so he asked me if I could do it for him. I said of course because it’s nice to be in a 15,000 sq. ft. house every once in a while, right? The family room is bigger than my whole downstairs. If anything, it’s great for decorating ideas. Anyway, I brought Devon along with me because she is always so impressed by wealth (of course, I’m not!). She and I were lying in our separate beds in the giant guest room, and we flipped on the TV, and managed to land on QVC where the hosts were talking about a treadmill. They made it sound so appealing that Devon said, “We should get that.” I looked over at her and thought, “Hmmmm….she’s right.” I told her no, though, because we don’t have the room for a treadmill, but then the commentator let us know that it folds up and goes under a bed. She looked at me expectantly. I said, “No, I don’t have any money right now.” Then the commentator told us about the 5 EZ pay options. I looked at her like, “Can they hear my objections?” We went back and forth until I almost got on the phone to call and buy that treadmill!!! It was a close call. Since then, I have not even looked at QVC. Even when my friend, Mandie, had purchased the cutest handbag and a great high pressure hose. It was tempting, but I stayed away….
Also, a lot of my newly divorced friends get almost a daily shipment from QVC–my mom said she loves to watch QVC because she feels they are talking right to her, and when she’s feeling lonely, that is a comfort. (She has also bought a lot as well). My friend, Laura, is the same way. I had to cut her off when I was trying to stage and sell her home. The boxes kept piling up by the front door. She said she didn’t want to unpack them because she was going to have to pack them up anyway. Can’t argue with that logic, so I didn’t — just asked her to put them into the portable storage in her driveway and have THAT behemoth carted away before the first open house.