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- May 4, 2015
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This cracks me up:
LLB Facebook - From a customer ("customer"?):
We love it when our subscribers write in and tell us how they feel about our boxes. And with her permission, we are sharing this special note with you...we dare you not to tear up by the end. Thank you, Jennifer - XO LLB Team
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You asked me to write back once I received my box and share my thoughts.
So here they are:
...
A little vase.
Perfume.
blahblahblah
Seriously? What's the big deal?
Look. Not so long ago I was traveling the world. My career had me standing next to presidents and rock stars smiling into a sea of a thousand faces. Fast forward just a few years to my current career. If I had a large enough business card it would read: " Monster vanquisher, lullaby singer, boo boo kisser, chauffeur" . Challenging. Wonderful. But far less accolades.
I traded red heels for Mary Jane loafers and crisp linen for boyfriend jeans. Gone are my antique perfume bottles and in their place are Star Wars action figures that I have to watch closely or my older children twist them into positions of impropriety directed at the insipid but innocuous Spongebob wall stickers. And all this is fine. All this is great. But there is no room for VASES in my life.
Only..
Maybe the woman who once loved simple elegance and beauty is still moved by such things. Maybe, underneath the fingerpaint and grape jelly, what she needs to feel is a luxurious shea butter that smells like heaven as a reminder throughout the day to not lose herself.. To remember who she is. And think about who she wants to become.
I don't need anything in this box. Not really. There's no nap in here. No socks without holes or washable markers or frozen meals.
Still..
The perfume has been dabbed behind my ears. And I pulled my hair up.
The vase sits on a high shelf in my room and I can't help but notice I've been finding excuses to go in there more often than usual.
My hands smell so peachy delicious, it's all I can do not to suck on my fingers.
I am elegance.
I am class.
I will be the loveliest of the third grade mommies who have to go pick up their children as we've just been informed that they all have head lice.
No.
You've given me nothing I need.
Nothing at all of practical use.
And for that I thank you.
Now if you don't mind, I have an autumn box to order.
~ Jennifer
Everything they write and post sounds so contrived.
LLB Facebook - From a customer ("customer"?):
We love it when our subscribers write in and tell us how they feel about our boxes. And with her permission, we are sharing this special note with you...we dare you not to tear up by the end. Thank you, Jennifer - XO LLB Team
----------------------------------
You asked me to write back once I received my box and share my thoughts.
So here they are:
...
A little vase.
Perfume.
blahblahblah
Seriously? What's the big deal?
Look. Not so long ago I was traveling the world. My career had me standing next to presidents and rock stars smiling into a sea of a thousand faces. Fast forward just a few years to my current career. If I had a large enough business card it would read: " Monster vanquisher, lullaby singer, boo boo kisser, chauffeur" . Challenging. Wonderful. But far less accolades.
I traded red heels for Mary Jane loafers and crisp linen for boyfriend jeans. Gone are my antique perfume bottles and in their place are Star Wars action figures that I have to watch closely or my older children twist them into positions of impropriety directed at the insipid but innocuous Spongebob wall stickers. And all this is fine. All this is great. But there is no room for VASES in my life.
Only..
Maybe the woman who once loved simple elegance and beauty is still moved by such things. Maybe, underneath the fingerpaint and grape jelly, what she needs to feel is a luxurious shea butter that smells like heaven as a reminder throughout the day to not lose herself.. To remember who she is. And think about who she wants to become.
I don't need anything in this box. Not really. There's no nap in here. No socks without holes or washable markers or frozen meals.
Still..
The perfume has been dabbed behind my ears. And I pulled my hair up.
The vase sits on a high shelf in my room and I can't help but notice I've been finding excuses to go in there more often than usual.
My hands smell so peachy delicious, it's all I can do not to suck on my fingers.
I am elegance.
I am class.
I will be the loveliest of the third grade mommies who have to go pick up their children as we've just been informed that they all have head lice.
No.
You've given me nothing I need.
Nothing at all of practical use.
And for that I thank you.
Now if you don't mind, I have an autumn box to order.
~ Jennifer
Everything they write and post sounds so contrived.