It was a day like any other day … a typical Thursday. When I got out of bed that morning I had no idea what would end up happening that night. This is a cautionary tale and one that I feel I need to share with my readers because trust me, if this happened to me, it could happen to you.
I had had a busy day with the boy – uniform shopping at Bluewater, nuff said. By the evening, I was exhausted. I thought it would be a good idea to watch some TV that wasn’t too taxing (not sure I ever watch TV that is to be honest) … TV that didn’t require me to think, and then I remembered that a fellow blogger was going to be appearing on DIY SOS so thought it would be a show of support to tune in.
OH. MY. GOD. I cried so much that I literally felt like a wrung out dirty dishcloth (a nice analogy for you there.) If you didn’t watch it, iPlayer it … such a lovely family and a well deserved make-over for them.
Anyway, I was spent. A wreck. And then I watched Stammer School.
If anyone else watched that, you’ll know exactly what I mean. In fact, my best friend watched it first (I watched on +1) and she kept sending me crying emojis, telling me how sad it was. She even went as far as sending me a photo of her mid-cry, just to drive the point home and warn me, in case I was thinking about watching it. (Granted, that does sound a bit weird reading that back.)
Honestly, I didn’t think I had any tears left so scoffed at her warnings. When 10pm came round, I put the show on and waited.
I was hysterical within ten minutes.
In my defence, anyone would have cried but I do think that the older I get, the more empathy I seem to have with those less fortunate. Whereas I may have found stammering mildly amusing when I was younger, now I just feel their pain.
And now I cried ALL the tears.
The point in telling you all of this is just to show you what state of mind I was in because I’m a very strong person normally. Honest I am.
Midnight rolled round and I was toying with going to sleep, but my eldest was due home from work shortly and always manages to wake me up so I thought I’d channel hop until I knew he was safely home.
And then it happened.
I clicked onto QVC.
I was tired and emotional. I WAS A BROKEN WOMAN! It wasn’t my fault!
They were demonstrating Bare Minerals and I’ve never used it before, and they just made the models look so pretty … and everyone needs new make-up brushes right? OK, so I already have 3 bottles of foundation, and technically … technically … I don’t need another eyeshadow, but I was so so tired, and before I knew it I’d found my credit card and had my phone in hand.
I had hoped to order it all before Ben came home. Before this despicable act was uncovered. Alas, he came home whilst I was on hold and caught me in the act.
And the deed was done.
I coughed up £45 on things I don’t need, things I’m not sure I even want but things that made models on TV look even more beautiful.
In the cold light of day, I’m not sure what happened last night. A momentary lapse in resolve, combined with QVC presenters doing what they do best … selling to people like me who just can’t say no in a moment of weakness.
Still, it could have been worse … had I not fallen asleep I would have bought the whole range!
So now I’ve popped my QVC cherry, I think I’m officially old. Anyone else been suckered in by late night shopping channels?