This month marks my 10th anniversary of being a Longaberger consultant. I don't just sell Longaberger products, I LOVE them. I have an addiction. (If you aren't familiar with them, click on the link for my side business and you can see what I'm talking about.)
Yesterday I made the trip with a friend (who also happens to be a customer) to my personal mecca, the Longaberger Homestead, for a Collector's Club Gathering they were having and a day of shopping . On the way there, you pass by their 7-story Basket HQ:
As Stacy & I were shopping in the Factory Store, I spotted a large basket that didn't look familiar. I went running to it and excitedly picked it up. Turns out it was a prototype of a basket they didn't make. And it's even signed by one of the Longaberger family members!
I looked at the price tag. Stacy asked if I was going to get it. I replied, "I'd have to come live with you because this basket crosses the line of my husband's tolerance level of my addiction."
Just take a guess and we'll see who's the closest.
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