Over the decades I have signed many, many things…and items. I don’t know how I sitll have a left hand lol. When I opened my studio I designed quite a few t shirts. One said Go to Health…another had the word sweat and underneath was the word sweat in six different languages. Another said I sweat with Richard Simmons with a picture of moi. My favorite tshirt had a bent fork a dinner plate and then two f’s. So when you read it …it said Fork Off …that was my biggest seller.
When I had my books come out, I signed for thousands of hours. Then there were the photos. I met a gentleman named Ed Oulette. He took hundreds and hundreds of pictures of me. I am sure he was tired of looking at my face. I bet I signed over a million pictures.
When some people came up to me. “I need. A pictures for me my name is Cindy. I need another picture for my daughter Vera, and I need another picture for my son Todd.”
I patiently signed all of them…. I don’t know how many water bottles I signed. They were filled with water and perspiring on the outside. I would have to wipe them off with my tank top. Then sign.
There was a man standing in line. He might have been six foot five. He didn’t look like a fan of mine. He told me his wife was in the hospital. I actually had him call her so I could say hello. He wanted a picture for his wife. But he also wanted me to sign his bald head. He bent over like a tall giraffe and I did sign his head. Everybody was hysterical.
When my workout record came out, I signed the inside of the album. A lady dictated to me what she wanted me to write. Dear Pamela…you are my number one fan. Thank you for doing this record. I workout to it every day. Love Richard Simmons.
Another lady brought me her bathroom scale. I did sign it on the side. I let her know she should not judge herself by the numbers. I can’t tell you how many balls I have signed. I signed footballs ,these are not easy balls to sign because of the texture. My signature looked like I was 90 years old. lol. I signed tennis balls. It is hard to write on fuzz. I like to sign volleyballs. Ping pong balls are so small but I signed them. Then there were the baseballs. This man told me he had hundreds of baseballs with certain celebrities to sign them. There was a place on the base ball that you had to sign. It is where the stitches almost touched each other. Did these people think I played sports? lol.
A little petite lady with a pixie haircut came up to me. She pulled up her blouse and asked me to sign her bra. I told her…no. She also brought a pair of her panties. They were ice blue trimmed in while lace. I said no.
To be continued…
