Silver lining

It’s not easy for me to talk about my illness—a journey that took me on an RV trip through friendly small towns and lonely big cities. I witnessed quaint lemonade stands and great, big truck stop steaks, and had great, big truck stop love affairs. It was a trip of fantastic roadside attractions, including a family of contusionists from one of Wyoming’s largest metropolitan areas. Oh the things I learned! It was this journey that planted the seed for my business endeavors. Who’d have thought that within a few months I would be named Entrepreneurial Woman of the Year with 1.2 million dollars in sales!

When my journey came to an “end,” I found myself lost. I began to haunt the treatment centers where I had spent so much of my time. I would sit in the waiting rooms reading the magazines and help myself to the free tea, complimentary bottles of Boost nutritional energy drink, and the occasional box of Russell Stover Assorted Creams at the receptionist’s desk. I was searching—searching for answers, antibacterial gel, and perhaps a friendly face.

I finally found solace in the dressing rooms. At first I would just sit in these tiny rooms. Sometimes I’d bring in a magazine, or just stare for hours at myself in the full-length mirror. Then at some point I started putting on the exam gowns. How I’d missed their texture! I’d take one from the top of the neatly folded pile, remove my blouse, put a gown on, and put my blouse on back over it. I’d tuck in the ends so it didn’t hang out. Then I’d walk down the street to the bakery and get a cupcake.

So began my love affair with the humblest of textiles. And I found that with some seam binding tape, a pair of pinking shears, a Bedazzler, and a top-notch PR firm, I could share this love with others. Maybe you’ve seen my creations spotlighted on Entertainment Tonight, or have spotted my special cost-conscious summer collection at target.com.

You may ask, “How do you keep up with the demand? Surely, you can’t keep going back to the clinic dressing room for more gowns!”

Well, first of all, don’t call me Shirley! Ha ha! But yes, to answer honestly, at a certain point the clinic staff did get suspicious. I almost had to shut down production after the hospitals started recognizing me and asked if I hadn’t finished treatments months earlier. So my next step was to ever so quietly recruit, which wasn’t difficult, as I’d made plenty of friends over the jigsaw puzzles and free magazines in the waiting rooms!

So this is where you come in. Are you currently in treatment? Are you facing grave illness, or for any reason at all required to make frequent appointments at medical facilities? If so, give my assistant a call, and we’ll send you a Franchise Application Packet. Believe me, I know what you’re going through, and how difficult it is to stay upbeat under grave circumstances. Let us give you a boost!

And I don’t mean an energy drink! Ha ha! Hope to hear from you soon!