The Gateway

I love sending samples to people. No, really. I love to get people addicted to Posh because I really believe in the product.

Just call me your neighborhood Posh dealer.

But, when it comes to sending samples, there’s usually a rhyme to my reason: Enter the “crack pack.”

The “crack pack” includes the things I find the most addictive. I would say most people agree, because people usually end up ordering at least one of the products. Posh has a million (and one!) great things, but these are the ones that I find the hardest to resist.

The “crack pack” includes:
1. BFF- because of course it does. This is the product that turned me from someone who barely heard of Perfectly Posh to someone who needed to be a consultant and own it ALL. There’s a reason it’s Posh’s top seller. There’s a reason my boo steals it and gets angry when we run out. It’s because it’s AWESOME.

A face cleanser with tiny exfoliating beads and peppermint oil? Sign me up (OK, OK, I *did* sign up) You wash your face with this once and you will feel so clean. You will feel ALIVE.

2. Moisturize 911. After you wash your face with that glorious peppermint cleanser, you need to add a little moisturizer, right? (That’s a rhetorical question. OF COURSE you need a moisturizer after you wash). Moisturize 911 features orange essential oil and caffeine, which brightens you right up. Sometimes, when I feel super lazy and I’m going out in public without makeup, I just add some Moisturize 911 so I don’t look completely scary.

As one customer said to me: “Do they make that in gallon drums? I need to bathe in it.

3. All I’ve Avo Wanted. Lots of Posh masks are awesome. Until a week ago, I would’ve said a completely different one. But I tried All I’ve Avo Wanted for masking Sunday and WHOA. I’m in ❤ ❤ ❤

I don’t have dry skin. I have oily skin. And I still fell in love with this mask. My face felt so soft after I used it. I went and rubbed my face on my boo and the children. If you have dry skin, this will feel like a huge drink of water. It’s also really gentle. Great for those with sensitive skin or those who react badly to everything. It’s my new crush.

4. Indigo Girl body butter. Really, any body butter. They are all indulgent. But something about that Indigo Girl. First, it’s WHIPPED. Second, it smells like blueberry pancakes. Say no more. After my bath where I’ve washed, masked and exfoliated (thank you, Snarky bar!) I love to pick out a body butter and put it on. The scent is heavenly and the butter is THICK. Think that Noxzema cream we all used to use. Then I crawl under my sheets and I feel so relaxed. Perfect cap to a long week.

5. Any Big Fat Yummy Hand Crème. No sample pack is complete without some of this. Talk about a gateway. There are scents for every taste and it will turn even the driest hands into silky smooth appendages dangling from your arms. Best part — it’s not greasy! Go on, put some on and open every doorknob you see! Plus the smell isn’t overwhelming, but just strong enough to where when you put some on, someone will inevitably say “What’s that smell? It smells delicious.”

Then there was that one time a co-worker said it reeked of onions, and I got super scared that was me. So I kept smelling my hands and…I could smell onions, too! WTF? Oh, wait, guy eating onion sandwich from Subway. NEVER MIND. My hands smell great!

Want your own crack pack? Warning. Get one and you will be an addict, hoarding all the Posh, offering it to others to get them addicted, maybe even becoming a consultant so you can deal to your friends. If you’re willing to take that chance (and really, you SHOULD, because in this hectic stressful world, we all deserve me time) shoot me an email at and I’ll get one out to you. *Contents may vary based on what I have, but you’ll get a hand crème, mask, body butter, face cleanser and moisturizer.


Getting Snarky

Before I ever even tried one, I was drawn to the Snarky Bar. I mean, come on, it’s called a SNARKY. I’ve been called that since high school.

The problem  is, a lot of people don’t know what they are. I had a bunch for sale at a vendor event once and sold…zero. But once people try them, hold the phone. They become addicts. Check out this text from a friend I gave one to for Christmas.


That’s right. I’m your neighborhood Snarky crack dealer.

What’s so special about it? Well, it smells good because Posh. But it will exfoliate you like there’s no tomorrow. And it doesn’t do it with those polyurethane beads that, while fun, wreak havoc on the environment. Nope, they do it the natural way — with oatmeal, with raspberry seeds, with sugar beads. Another plus — they won’t dry you out and the will make your shave the best shave of your life.

Another plus? Some have flowers in them. This one is new for the spring catalog. LOOK.


So, funny story about my friend who sent that text. Her boyfriend started stealing her Snarky bar, so she bought him his own. She came home from work one night and he had a friend over for beers. Her boyfriend GOT HIS SNARKY OUT OF THE SHOWER and told his friend how much he loved it.

“Bro, this makes my skin feel so soft.”

I mean, seriously, EVERYONE loves a good Snarky bar.

Ready to get your Snarky scrub on? There are a lot on sale right now. Check ’em out:



Don’t say I didn’t warn you though. Those things are addictive.

Melissa Sullivan is an expert in long baths, pop culture and will probably defeat you in Trivial Pursuit. She’s been a Perfectly Posh consultant since August. Visit her site at

Samples and how a non-girly girl ended up selling Posh

I am a sucker for Posh samples. I order them by the dozens. It’s just one of the many pieces of Posh that has taken over our house, much to the chagrin of a certain someone. (It’s my husband. OK. That’s who it is.)


That picture up there? That’s not even half.

So I’ve been giving a lot away lately, because I’m trying to make room for the upcoming spring catalog. I put together lots of packages today.

I still have a lot left.

But there’s a reason I think I compulsively collect these things, beyond that I want to try all the products.

It was one little sample that put me on this journey.

A bit of a backstory: I’ve never in my life sold through direct sales. I’ve gone to some parties and made purchases. I’ve been put in a lot of Facebook groups against my will for products I don’t want. I’ve been harassed to just listen in to this phone call or sign on the dotted line.

No thanks.

In fact, when I started selling Posh, some people were like ‘You? You’re not really the selling type.” Yeah, I know.

But it was bigger than that.

See, I moved to a city when I was 24 and I stayed there until I was 37. I got involved in groups, went out all the time, stayed at the same job for 13 years. I had friends out the wazoo. I knew everyone. I had such a support network of awesome women.

Then we moved across the country, which is totally fine because I wanted to move, too. And while there I had…zero friends. I never left the house on the weekends. I’d try to approach others and I just couldn’t connect. I spent all my time with my family, which is OK, because I love them, but sometimes, I just needed to talk with some women. (aside from just FB messaging with some of my old friends).

It was pretty very depressing.

And then we moved again. Across the country, again. Guess what? Didn’t know anyone out here either. And, my kids were older and spent more time hanging out in their rooms than hanging out with me. And the husband worked an opposite schedule as me. I worked and came home. I needed SOMETHING. I needed something to do and I needed to meet people.

Flash forward a year:

A friend had an online Posh party and invited me.

Me: “I have no idea what this is and I’m not even remotely interested.”

The last hour of the week-long party I browsed the site and thought the products were cute and affordable. I placed a small order.

In my thank you card, I received a sample of the BFF face wash.

This thing:


And I. Fell. In. Love.

So I felt like “Everyone I know needs to know about this.” And for the first time, I thought about selling something. But it went deeper than that. I NEEDED something.

So I contacted the woman who hosted the party I was invited to. Told her I was thinking about it. She assured me that if I didn’t want to sell it, it was OK. The kit for $99 was a super deal for all the products you got.

I told myself, “Well, I’ll buy it. I’ll TRY to sell it. If I can’t, I’ll enjoy my products.”

Guess what? I sold it. A LOT of it. I still sell a lot of it. I used every thing I learned from being spammed and the target of pushy pitches and did the opposite.

But more than that, I met a group of super supportive women — including a woman on my team who actually lives in my town. We lift each other up, we support each other, we help  each other. We’re pretty ride or die. You cross one of us, and the others will have your back so fast you’ll find yourself surrounded by a haze of pink and polka dots before you even know what happened.

The woman who hosted that party in August? She’s now my sponsor. She’s the biggest cheerleader I have. And she and I have become pretty good buds who ended up having a lot in common.

I had something to do again. I met new people and had a big network again. And, when I was whipping out my Posh credit card for Christmas presents, it was a pretty good feeling.

And to think. It all started with one little sample.

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Melissa Sullivan is a consumer of words, a fan of pampering and can sit in a bathtub for an amazing amount of time. Her Posh page is




Get the week off of me! EWWW

If you’re like most people, the week can take its toll.

Between children, chores, commuting, work, whatever’s going on in the world and standing in a ridiculously long line at the grocery store because someone is wanting to do a price match on 36 items in her cart, by the time it’s Sunday night, you just want to hide. And even better, you’re about to start it allllll over again.

So, on Sunday nights, I have this thing that I do. Here it is:


Yes. Take a bath. I mean, don’t get me wrong, getting clean isn’t a once-a-week thing or anything. But it’s usually a shower that’s all business.

The Sunday night bath is all about some me time, washing the week off and mentally preparing for the next one. It’s something that doesn’t take a long time, but can bring a priceless peace.

First thing when I jump in the bath is get out my best friend:


Yeah, I know it’s blurry. I was trying to take a picture without dropping the phone into the water and actually adding to my stress.

So Best Face Forever is my jam. It’s what got me addicted to Posh. It’s what got me to become a consultant because I wanted every single one of my friends to know of its magic. It’s the product that, if we’re out, my significant other is all ‘Heyyyyy! We need more.” It’s got grapefruit. It’s got peppermint. It’s got sugar beads to exfoliate. It will clean your face right up and make you feel ALLLIIIIIIVE. ALLLLIIIIIIVE.

Next up is the Ritual. Ritual for the ritual, huh? hahaha. Anyway. The Ritual is a consultant-only mask you only get when you sign up. Seriously, I wish I could sign up a million times just to have a million of them. It’s a deep-cleaning clay mask. I was gonna take a picture of myself all masking it up, but figured I’d spare everyone.

Pink. CREAMY. Kinda smells like cherries. Now it comes in a tube, but way back three months ago, it came in a tub.

While my face is getting all clean, I gotta get the body clean. Enter the PJs All Day body scrub. It’s thick and sugary and smells like vanilla and lavender. It even has real lavender in it! It as an exclusive a few months ago, so you can’t get it on the site anymore, but GUESS WHAT. I have more, so if you ever found yourself needing one, and seriously, you should, contact me, and I’ll make it happen. Look how fun it is:


Next I rinse my Ritual mask off. I didn’t take a picture of that or anything, but trust me, I rinse it off. But, I don’t want my face to feel all dry and gross, right. What to do? Call 911!


Not literally. Moisturize 911. It’s light and has some caffeine to tighten that saggy skin and brightens you up with vitamin C. Sometimes, if it’s the weekend and I feel lazy, but I still have to go out in public for something, I just put some Moisturize 911 on my face so I don’t look like a total zombie.

Once I get out and dry myself off, it’s the real treat. Violet Femme. It’s a whipped body butter that smells like blueberry waffles. I know, right? It was something you could only get when you signed up in October, so you can’t buy one, but all the Perfectly Posh body butters are awesome.

Look how thick that stuff is? That’s my finger practically upside down and it’s not sliding off. Other perk, a little goes a long way. I like to sing “American Music” while I’m putting it on. “I want you to hold me! I want your arms around me!” No Idea what I’m talking about? Guess you weren’t a disaffected teen in the early ’90s.

So that’s pretty much how it goes. I crawl in bed all soft and smelling good. I get the week filled with stupid things like the woman who brought her dog into Big Lots and played like she was blind because they only allow service animals (THIS REALLY HAPPENED THIS PAST WEEK) away from me and gear up for whatever bizarre deck of cards is incoming for the next week. It’s a little thing, but it’s something I look forward to every week.

Melissa Sullivan has been a Perfectly Posh consultant since August 2016. She enjoys finding weird things on Wikipedia, regaling her younger co-workers with stories of concerts she went to in her youth and making up songs for her dogs. Find her Posh site at

A boy, a straw and a Perfectly Posh Healer stick

Nothing’s more fun-filled than dining out with children.

Lest you think I mean toddlers or infants, I mean one tween and a teenager.

Usually, we ban them from sitting next to each other, but somehow there they were. Right next to each other in a booth and antagonizing each other with glee.

And that’s how my 11-year-old son ended up head butting a straw.

I know it makes zero sense. It almost sounds like it’s impossible. But when his 14-year-old sister said something groan worthy, he tried to exaggeratedly hang his head — and smacked it right onto the opening of the straw. It made a beautiful and perfect round hole right in this middle of his forehead. Eventually it even scabbed over.

What’s more awesome? School pictures were in three days.

Seriously, I wish I had taken a photo of that gorgeous red outline of a circle. It looked like a chicken pox scar gone crazy.

Did I mention he’s 11? He won’t even let me take his picture on a normal day, much less on a day when he looked like he had a giant target right in the middle of his head.

His sister was delirious with laughter. I was just shaking my head in disbelief. His father was showing major concern about the forthcoming picture.

Enter the Healer stick.

“Do NOT panic,” I said. “I have a Healer stick at home.”

What exactly is the Healer stick, you may be asking?

It’s a nourishing stick with shea butter, essential orange oil and just a hint of vanilla. It smells so much like a Creamsicle, you may want to take a bite out of it.

Don’t. It doesn’t taste like one. Not saying how I know.

But what you SHOULD do is use it on skin that needs, well, healing. It’ll care for that dry skin, damaged skin, eczema-laden skin. It’ll also take care of irritations, burns and abrasions. Hence, why I needed it for my child’s head.

When we got home, he lined up dutifully for a Healer stick smear. It looks kinda like a glue stick. See:


And he got a Healer stick smear every night and every morning, so that by the time school pictures rolled around, you couldn’t even see that red circle in the middle of his forehead. It even got to where he was just bellowing  “I NEED HEALER!”

I know pictures tell a thousand words, but I don’t have any because of his embarrassment, so just trust me on this.

I think anyone who has children needs to have one of these on hand, because they often do really goofy stuff that leads to really goofy minor injuries. But even if you don’t have kids, there’s really nothing this little wonder can’t do. Chapped lips?  Healer. Paper cut? Healer. Lip abrasion from a dog smacking you in the face with his big ol’ head when he was being a little too loving? Healer.  Perfectly round circle from headbutting a straw?

Healer, of course.

Melissa Sullivan has been a Perfectly Posh independent consultant since August. She enjoys taking her pooches to the dog park, consuming information and entertaining herself by reading weird Wikipedia entries. Her Posh site can be found at Or check out her Facebook business page for all the latest sales and specials here.