ms_melly
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- Joined
- Jun 24, 2008
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- 52
Dear QVC UK
I used to look forward to your Philosophy shows with a giddy anticipation slightly unbecoming for someone of my age. But this was back when I was but a mere Philosophy virgin - new to the whole experience, easily impressed and quickly satisfied. Now that I've been around the Philosophy block a few times, I feel all old and jaded and cynical and - frankly - used.
It's all become routine, boring and a bit of a chore really. Now, when you invite me to spend the evening with you, I can barely rouse myself to turn you on to see what's on offer. I've become resentful of your endless rotation of predictable moves: Hope in Jar, Hope in a Tube, Hope in a Handbag, Amazing Everything. It's all so unsatisfying - I'd rather be spending my time with a good book and a box of chocolates.
Yes, I will concede that every now and again you give the impression of making an effort, throwing in a new move in the shape of a new lip gloss flavour or a super size neck cream (yawn). But it all seems so insincere - token empty gestures to make me forget that you're taking me for granted. But just because you initially won me over, it doesn't mean you don't have to work to keep me interested.
I admit that lately my eye has wandered and I've been attracted to others - alluring American websites, offering a wide variety of new and exciting possibilities. I know long distance relationships can be difficult - but I have needs and wants which these mysterious foreigners seem only too happy to satisfy.
I've been loyal, I've sung your praises to doubtful friends, I looked the other way during your dirty little affairs with Basso and I've even paid your unreasonable P&P. But I'm realising I'm worth more than that. I'm worth more than yet another silo sized Purity and a token Poreless Flawless.
I deserve the stimulating Caramel Apple, Orange Cranberry and Frango Mint shower gels. I deserve the delicate touch of the Sugar Handbook. And I most definitely deserve the rough and tumble green apple salt scrub!
So, Mr Quality Value and Convenience - you've got one more chance to buck up your ideas, pull your finger out and act like the retailer I so richly deserve, or else it's over between us (and I'll be fighting for custody of the L'Occitane).
Yours sincerely
ms_melly
I used to look forward to your Philosophy shows with a giddy anticipation slightly unbecoming for someone of my age. But this was back when I was but a mere Philosophy virgin - new to the whole experience, easily impressed and quickly satisfied. Now that I've been around the Philosophy block a few times, I feel all old and jaded and cynical and - frankly - used.
It's all become routine, boring and a bit of a chore really. Now, when you invite me to spend the evening with you, I can barely rouse myself to turn you on to see what's on offer. I've become resentful of your endless rotation of predictable moves: Hope in Jar, Hope in a Tube, Hope in a Handbag, Amazing Everything. It's all so unsatisfying - I'd rather be spending my time with a good book and a box of chocolates.
Yes, I will concede that every now and again you give the impression of making an effort, throwing in a new move in the shape of a new lip gloss flavour or a super size neck cream (yawn). But it all seems so insincere - token empty gestures to make me forget that you're taking me for granted. But just because you initially won me over, it doesn't mean you don't have to work to keep me interested.
I admit that lately my eye has wandered and I've been attracted to others - alluring American websites, offering a wide variety of new and exciting possibilities. I know long distance relationships can be difficult - but I have needs and wants which these mysterious foreigners seem only too happy to satisfy.
I've been loyal, I've sung your praises to doubtful friends, I looked the other way during your dirty little affairs with Basso and I've even paid your unreasonable P&P. But I'm realising I'm worth more than that. I'm worth more than yet another silo sized Purity and a token Poreless Flawless.
I deserve the stimulating Caramel Apple, Orange Cranberry and Frango Mint shower gels. I deserve the delicate touch of the Sugar Handbook. And I most definitely deserve the rough and tumble green apple salt scrub!
So, Mr Quality Value and Convenience - you've got one more chance to buck up your ideas, pull your finger out and act like the retailer I so richly deserve, or else it's over between us (and I'll be fighting for custody of the L'Occitane).
Yours sincerely
ms_melly