At Sundae’s Custom Adult Gift Baskets, your sexily ever after is guaranteed — by me, Essie Sundae.
Bet you’re wondering how I can make that promise, aren’t you? I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you. It’s a trade secret. Patented. Black ops. A secret formula. Cliche ad nauseam. The truth is, I can’t tell you, because I don’t know how I do it. I just do. Some people have a knack for music; they can perfectly repeat anything they’ve ever heard, or compose entire symphonies before they’re ten. Some people can do math in their head that I couldn’t do with a supercomputer and ten math tutors. I have a knack for finding exactly what you need to have the relationship you were born to have.
You might be asking yourself how/why a former swimsuit and accessories model/surf babe comes to have this knack, or to turn it into a business making gift baskets of all things. It’s a question I asked myself often in the days before I started Sundae’s. Especially the why. Who am I to have this ability? Why me, and not you? I never have gotten an answer to that. But the how, that’s a little easier to explain.
I’d been modeling for about six months when my aunt, who raised me, had a stroke. I was in Australia at the time. Getting to Sweden took more than a day. It was one of the worst days of my life. It didn’t get any better when I got to the hospital. Aunt Astrid woke up once, just long enough to tell me to be me, because no one else could, and that she believed I was destined for an unusual and fulfilling life. At the time, I took them as the words of a beloved mother figure — a memory to cherish and encourage me during hard times, but little more.
Later, when a dear friend in Kauai passed away while I was on location in Brazil, I recalled Aunt Astrid’s words. Was modeling what I was supposed to do with my life? If it was, would I be absent when it would matter most to the people I loved?
Don’t get me wrong. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with modeling. It’s fun, and I had a great time doing it. But it’s not something you can do forever. Eventually, I was going to get too old, or too heavy, or tired of starving myself all day so I can eat dessert or noodles, and then what?
So after Kapueo passed, I finished my last bookings, and took a couple of months off to travel and clear my mind. One thing kept coming back to me, over and over. In their own ways, both Aunt Astrid and Kapueo had said it: be you, Essie, because no one else can be. There’s a pretty famous Hebrew verse about that, but I prefer the Hawaiian concept: pono. It means to be in harmony or righteous.
When I made pono the driving concept in my life, pieces began to fall into place. One of my old clients hired me to arrange their shoots and runaway shows. That was where I discovered I had a knack for finding “just the right thing”, the pono thing. After that, it took a television show, a book, a couple on the beach and a timely reference to Easter baskets, and now here we are.
I wouldn’t blame you if this all sounded too outlandish to be believable. I certainly won’t hold it against you if you want to buy your Easter baskets from someone who does things a little more traditionally. But if anything in my story appeals to you, I encourage you to place an order. What’s the worst thing that could happen? You’re guaranteed your money back with no questions asked, so why not give yourself a chance at the perfect beginning to your sexily ever after?
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So who is Essie? She’s the heroine from my forthcoming novel with Loose Id, called: A New Dawn, and the dea ex libri of the Eostre’s Baskets collection. And she’ll be blogging about the characters from the other books in the series! This bio is from the fictional version of her website, Sundae’s, where you can enter an Eostre’s Baskets giveaway.
(crossposted from Sundae’s)