You can't tell by this picture but I
was trussed in and squished under my corset. My oldest son Justin
said I looked like a Renaissance Ho before we left for the
Renaissance Faire. When we got there and I appeared to be the most
flat-chested among the attendees, he changed his mind.
My
youngest son, Chase, gets ready to be fitted for his kilt. We are
actually members of the Scottish "Douglas" tribe but I didn't know
what our tartan colors were. Come to find out there are scads of
options to choose from!
Chase is wrapped in 9 yards of heavy
material.
Now for the belting. "Pretend you enjoy
it," said the kilt wench.
Looking
good! Just gotta remove those jeans and...
The wench gets a tip. Her necklace has
an arrow pointing down that reads "Tips Here"!
Sirs
Justin and Chase of the Renaissance. They kept battling each other
with their wooden swords. Justin is actually studying fencing and
was quite impressive.
Throw
tomatoes at a real person! Don't worry. He caught most of them with
his hands.
These
pirate wenches warned Chase if he sees a wench wanting to tie a blue
ribbon under his kilt he had better run. Luckily we never saw one.
Happy Mother's Day! Just me with my
boys.
Suddenly, I NEEDED a cavalier hat with a
lush plumb!
I ran into
Moira
Shepard in the hat store! You never know where you'll find cool
people. We have been friends and watched each other grow
professionally since 2004!
The hat fetish is catching on! (Notice
Chase in the background).
Fine young noblemen can't resist a good
hat.
Did you notice how
I weaved a story of my experience here? True, in this case the
photos add some depth. But remove them and you still have a readable
story for the most part. This is one of the things I teach you to do
with your own copy to make it interesting to your target market. How
do you learn? Sign up for my Red Hot
Copywriting Bootcamp teleclass series beginning May 31st.
Don't wait - the price will double after May 25th.
P.S. Be one of the
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