QVC's in Hollywood Fashion

I sold my soul for Hollywood Fashion Tape.

Simple strips of peel-back tape that fasten shirt to bra without damage to fabric. The stuff has powerful hold--like the town of Hollywood itself. To acquire my second supply of tape in a reusable tin with slide-off cover, I made my first purchase on QVC.

Where is a woman in life when she makes her first QVC purchase? In the fifth or sixth inning, at least.

I've been around the periphery of QVC more than most women who don't buy from them on principle. My sister-in-law stays up all night for their St Patrick's Day Irish sale. My mother lavishes me with jewelry, makeup and skin care products I love. All from QVC.

It might be an insignificant difference, but I didn't make those purchases myself so they don't count. The gift certificate for my mom's birthday didn't count either.

But this purchase counts, no way around it. Except! Except, I didn't watch any insipid infomercial to be persuaded to buy. AHA! That's the difference. Going online and heading straight for your desired item doesn't count because you didn't take the bait and let the show reel you in.

I went straight to the Hollywood Fashion Tape. But before I checked out, I browsed the site a bit. Hard to admit, but I saw some nice stuff, some really nice stuff, especially in handbags and jewelry. What is happening here? Please don't let me become like the Quacker Lady that The Soup makes fun of every week! Or like Tova Borgnine, a fellow redhead.

My new batch of Hollywood Fashion Tape arrived yesterday in a plain, padded envelope with a QVC program schedule tucked inside. I almost put the brochure in the trash, but then for some reason, I didn't.