I decided to start my own samples with a nice easy silicone wax mold, and a felt circle dipped in wax.
"No big deal," I thought. "I'll knock these out in an hour."
Um...no. So much no. Samples are awesome. They're a great way to advertise, but you gotta WORK, son. I had to try it five different ways and mangle several medicine droppers and spoons to get those little tiny wax hearts to form.
But they did form. Behold!
I know. Pretty impressive. Feel free to congratulate me next time you see me. Felt circles were a lot easier and just as cute as the molds, but it's just sort-of a bummer to have to wait for Fed-Ex to show up since the tiny felt circles are coming from China. Who would have thought pre-cut white felt circles where a whole thing? Sorry guys. Next time you're most likely getting felt blobbies, cut into indefinable shapes by my children. That's the breaks.
Here's what the sample wizards don't tell you. When you're done, making the teeny-tiny samples, you have to put them in teeny-tiny bags - like, miniscule probably-only-used-for-Scentsy-samples-and-elicit-drugs bags. By the time I'd finally crammed the samples I'd made it into the bags, a ridiculous amount of time had passed.
"Never fear," said I. "My new and enthusiastic customers will be worth it." I packed up my samples and hit the neighborhood.
House 1: Knock Knock Knock. (Door opens a crack) Me (very perky): "Hi there! I'm your neighbor and I sell Scentsy. Scentsy is a line of amazing products that can make your house, skin, kids, and clothes smelling amazing. (something like that) Do you mind if I leave a sample and a catalogue with you?"
I kid you not, the lady gives me a look like:
She took the sample and closed the door quickly behind her.
"Man," I thought, pushing away impending butt-hurt. "I must've caught her at a bad time."
House 2: Knock Knock Knock (Door swings open) Young teenaged girl answers. Me (still perky) "Hi there!" (Blah blah blah, same spiel)
This time I get a look like:
She took a sample and rolled her eyes. "Mom!" she yelled as she shut the door. "Some lady brought you a thing in a little bag."
Thanks for being specific young friend. Children are the future...yikes.
House 3: Knock Knock Knock. Long Pause. (Door opens) Old lady peeks out. I give her my spiel. (Slightly less perky now) She smiles. Leans over her walker to give me a hug. Invites me in. I sit on the couch and we end up talking for ten minutes about her granddaughter who sells candles in Texas. She tries to give me a peach muffin.
I secretly wish I could invite her to be on my team because let me tell you, I really didn't want a peach muffin, but by-golly I walked out of there with two. She made me promise to come back and visit. I told her I would weed a flower bed for her. Forgot to even give her a sample. I would've bought anything she tried to sell me. Old ladies are so boss. I totally got owned.
On and on the day went. Sample after sample. I ran some errands and gave out some samples to people I came in contact with. I got a lot of these looks:
Me (in my mind, okay-fine-I'll-admit-it, once out-loud):
"It's NOT A SEVERED HEAD PEOPLE!"
Some people ignored me. Uh hello. I know you heard me. Are you too cool for samples? Seriously? Walk away then!
My favorite people were like this:
I know what you're thinking. So not worth it. Except guess what? FIVE new customers. Yep, count them and weep. One was from the very first door I knocked.
Samples. A giant pain in a tiny bag - but... TOTALLY WORTH IT!
Viva La Scentsy!
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