Have you ever received a gift from Tiffany's? That little blue box, the exquisitely wrapped contents, holding tightly a treasure that few dare dream of possessing, but secretly wanting. It's stunning really. My first Tiffany's gift was beautiful and weird all at the same time. A feeling of odd unworthiness swept over me. I know, but I told you it was weird. The next gift, well, it was quite a different experience. It was gift from a mentor, someone I respected and valued every word she spoke. Her gifts themselves were of superior quality, she hardly needed to gift a Tiffany flute. Yet, there it was, in blue... For me. I kept it in it's box for far too long, fearing one of my five children, or four dogs would knock it over and shatter it. So there it sat, unused. I don't believe Charles Tiffany or John Young ever intended their treasure to be purchased and never experienced. After all, they have an full dining room for all to enjoy. Once I chose to remove it, the feeling was liberating. Opulence at it's finest. Why I kept it under wraps, I have no clue, since in our house the daily practice is to eat on China plates. My children make fun of me and my fancy pants ways calling them my “old lady plates". I just don't believe anyone should ever eat off of plastic if you can help it. We save the paper plates for Sabbath so as to minimize the amount of dish work we all have. Other than that, it's China for everyday use.
This is probably my grandmother's fault, on my mother's side. She had this annoying practice of mailing each child and grandchild a tea cup so that when she came, she was sure to have a fine china cup to drink her coffee from, not some coffee mug, like a commoner. Those would be her words, not mine.
As elitist as that may sound, it stuck with me for some reason. As I have created my own environment, filled with my own treasures and opulent practices, I have somehow adopted the love for beautiful dishes and frankly, the best that is available to me. Cross pens (though I do dream of a Montblanc or Aurora someday), Coach bags, though, I don't have much occasion to need a purse these days. And of course, foods. Isn't it wild how organic, vegan foods are considered opulent? After all, these are simply foods grown in the ground, for heaven's sake.
When I first began utilizing essential oils in my everyday lifestyle, I quickly realized their emotional healing potential~ specifically when I would cut hair from my house. The needs of southern women rivaled any of the fussiest cliental in Los Angeles to be sure. My Aria diffuser would sit atop my kitchen bar, gently diffusing Peace and Calming or Thieves, depending on time of year/day/who. Many would ask me what that thing was, often speculating it was a bong, before smoking weed was trendy. Sheepishly I shared it was a diffuser, and that I sort of liked it. But of course didn't know much about it. My face probably flamed with embarrassment due to being called a hippy most of my young adult life and I was sure this would only seal the deal. To be honest, I hated to be different, and yet everything in my life screamed of the differences between me, my family and everyone else I ever met. My essential oils only seemed to out me quicker. Little by little I began to feel more comfortable sharing the oils and eventually I jumped into a full fledged business, complete with leaving the world of cutting hair behind. In the salons I worked at I charged for my hair services, (obviously), and I charged a significant amount. There was zero question as to the amount of money I required to do the job asked of me. In fact, I never felt it was enough. When you invest an hour quibbling over the e x a c t shade of red miss Dori's hair must be for her weekly luncheon, you begin to see you're not charging as much as you're worth. Time, education, scissor investment, all of it plays a factor, not to mention the hours of extra schooling, Sassoon, Toni and Guy, etc. Anyway, you get the picture, I'm sure.
As a new distributor of these gems I am remiss to say I did not carry my wisdom of cost into this new business. I quickly learned many would actually balk at the cost of purchasing essential oils. Quipping, "$23 for Lavender?? I can get that at Whole Foods for only $6!" .... umm..... "But our farms, but quality but distillation but but but but..." I would say. Some would hear, some were like me, enjoying the finest quality, seeing value for what it was. Others didn't/wouldn't see the value. I wearied myself trying to convince those who argued and complained that it all was so expensive, helping them maybe budget it in, show actually how it wasn't that expensive. "Here, look! Look at this cute price per drop graphic", I would say. One thing I learned in hairdressing was stay out of people's wallets. Tell them what they need, what's good for them and leave it. Leave it and walk away. When they want it, they know where to find you. There's no haggling in high end salons, there is simply no haggling at Tiffany's either. Never would you ever walk into a Salon on Wilshire or Rodeo and ask what they charged for a haircut. You either scheduled, or did not. Simple. More costly and valuable that a high end haircut are my essential oils. The changes that have come to my home, to my family because of these is remarkable. Truly astounding. Why on earth would I let anyone cheapen them by listening to their balking at cost? I know what I hold in my hands as I use these, I know their value. If you use the same oils that I do, know that they truly are invaluable, highly sought after ancient treasures that for centuries kings possessed and gave as gifts. I'm not sure what has happened in the last 150 years to the mindset surrounding the value of these ancient healing tools, as they are no less challenging to grow, harvest and distill properly than they were millenia ago. In some cases they have become as rare as a Black Opal, and some, even extinct. And yet, most treat them as common as a paper plate.
You find yourself sharing essential oils, desperately trying to convince the world that yours are top notch, the best of the best. All the while diving into your perspective clients wallet helping them afford it. All while doing your level best to share why yours are optimal for their health. Stop. Don't do that. Only in network marketing do we do this, and it's absurd. If Charles Tiffany and John Young were to have began an essential oil company rather than a diamond business, I doubt their philosophy would have changed. The company that you share essential oils from, what is their value? Do they claim to settle for status quo, follow other companies' standards or have a subpar commitment to excellence? Or do they set the standards for the industry? Are they pioneers, committed to excellence? And do they steward the earth with extreme attention and care? If the company in which you share essential oils from has a "Tiffany" type standard and quality, shouldn't you?
I've got news for you, my friend. If you have chosen to partner with such a company, you have Tiffany quality essential oils, not Wal Mart. You have Rodeo Drive quality, not Hollywood Blvd. Like a fine champagne flute or a china tea cup, they are meant to be used, yet treasured. Shared but with great discretion.
There was a time when I would let anyone share my oils, even offer them with abandon. It would pain me, almost like a gut punch, when I'd offer a beloved oil to a friend and they would, with great distain, cry out, "oh! That stinks! What is it?" I would apologize profusely. Now, I'm more discreet. I'm patient. Not everyone gets the opportunity to enjoy and experience these with me, because not everyone would value them as the treasures they are as I do.
Like the Salon I worked at before, I don't advertise any more, I let them come to me. Those who know what I have, the quality they seek, know exactly where to find me~ sipping my Orange infused Ningxia Red from my Tiffany's flute. I know the value of what I have, do you?