I see myself as very much an observer, philosopher and connoiseur of the finer things in life. Imagine my surprise today when the woman announced I was opening my own e-store featuring a line of apparel. called SheafferWear. I was stunned, to say the least. I have always given the world of commerce a wide berth.
It seems the woman has had another of her brainstorms about helping needy donkeys and has decided that using my portrait, with one of my better-known sayings underneath is a grand idea. I think I might have been consulted first. I mean, how would she like it if her face suddenly appeared on say, a bag of dog kibble or new underarm deodorant. I plan to maintain strict control over all phases of marketing. My first idea is that all the needy donkeys should wear one of the said tee shirts. Something more formal like a blazer and ascot would have been my choice, but there's nothing I can do now. I'm a mere pawn in her eternal scheming - she wrote prawn but I made her change it.
Oh well, all I can do is wait and see what happens. Who knows, maybe my tee shirts will be seen on all the famous runways, modeled of course by the sensibly full-figured. The male human suggested we identify ourselves as "Team Sheaffer" but that has the aura of the noise and smells of the pits behind a racetrack. I prefer to be associated with the library of a private gentlemens' club (where tee shirts are not allowed).
My e-store can be seen by clicking the http://www.cafepress.com/sheaffer link at the top right hand corner of the blog. I am researching a fellow called Ralph Lauren to see how he handles his fashion empire.