"What is this place?" my kids asked as we pulled into the parking lot.
"Where grandmas die and go to heaven," my sister replied.
Understandably, my kids were confused. Much to their dismay, they didn't find any coffins or headstones in the gift shop; however, they did find a large collection of angel figurines and "God made Grandma" throw pillows.
Our tour guide was a retired school teacher named Harriet who told us right off the bat that not all QVC customers are elderly, live 50 miles from the nearest Wal-Mart, or suffer from a compulsive shopping addiction. As proof, she pointed through the soundproof window below to where the Quacker Factory lady was peddling embellished t-shirts and crop pants on live television.
Despite the fact that my children lost interest in what Harriet was saying after five minutes and had to be bribed with gum and promises of Slurpees after it was all over, the tour itself was fascinating, and very informative. It concluded in the lobby, with Harriet handing me and my sister complimentary gift cards worth $10 each.
"Welcome to QVC!" chirped Harriet as she handed us our gifts.
My sister used her gift card to purchase a set of six light-up holiday brooches.
I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of a pair of foam shoulder pads.
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Congratulations are in order to Hilary who won the $100 gift certificate to Alphabet Garden Designs. She said, "For an LDS chick, I am sorely lacking in the vinyl lettering department. Winning this giveaway will at least allow me to hold my head up high in Relief Society!"
Glad to be of service, Hilary. Glad to be of service!
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