Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Hats off to Alex Tilley!


I don’t know if you have ever heard of Tilley hats…or are a “hat person” by nature, but I came across this article a few weeks ago…was intrigued…did some research…and ended up buying my own the other day at Lehman’s Hardware.  I was impressed with the small start, out of a need that was not being met in the market, and even more impressed by the way they built a product with the intent of truly being the “best in the world”…seems far too few companies set their sights that high anymore, but why not?  If you are going to pour yourself into something why bother if not to be the best?  

Anyway, thought it might be a story others would enjoy, and will explain why I will be running around town with a big hat on this summer!  Call me crazy but I just had to go out and get one after learning more about the story…I’m either gullible as a child or smart as a fox…depends on who you ask I suppose!




Hats Off to Tilley Hat Marketing - An Example of Successful Branding & Customer Loyalty

As my staff told me about their indestructible hat and the privileges of ownership, with great curiosity, I began sifting through the owner's manual for the Tilley hat - which is signed by Alex Tilley.
What makes the Tilley Hat product and marketing so incredible?
1) Guarantee and Powerful Customer Testimonials: The Tilley hat Is guaranteed for Life--replaced free for life if it ever wears out. In fact one testimonial that speaks to the product's indestructibility is Michael Hackenberger from Ontario Zoo who had his Tilley Hat snatched from his head and eaten by an elephant 3 times! Michael would later pick up his hat, wash it thoroughly and wear it. Note: He has declined to accept a new one in order that the hat may make it to the Tilley Museum. Another loyal customer writes "I was robbed of my autographed Tilley Hat at gunpoint--I must say that other than fearing for my life, I was extremely upset in losing my new hat...please send one immediately"
2) EGO Marketing--A Tilley Hat Makes you TISP (Trusted, Important, Special and Pleased) The Brag Tag: Tilley hats come with Brag Tags that you can give to people who admire your fine Tilley. The tag notes "Most Tilley wearers and the person beside you is a prime example, are interesting people of sterling character. It is well worth cultivating their acquaintance. To that end, you'll be pleased to learn it is customary to provide the giver of Tilley Hat procurement information with a WARM HUG, OR STAND HIM OR HER TO A DRINK. WOW! That's marketing! Honoring your customers with royal status and giving them a card is certain to invite favors and traditions while exciting interest in your product. PS: the owner's manual even tells where you can stow the brag tags in your hat.
3) Everyone will want one. Your Tilley---Be careful! The rule of scarcity and desire in marketing. Through magical storytelling and wordsmithing, I am thoroughly convinced now that I need a Tilley. We're even told in the owner's kit to print our name and phone number in the hat to give us a fighting chance of holding on to our prize possession! And if product quality and client testimonials were not enough to convince you...Apparently, there's also magical laws of attraction at play when you own a Tilley. One customer writes, "A friend of mine was walking alone along a beach in Jamaica wearing a Tilley Hat. Approaching him came a woman also wearing a Tilley. 'It was the entree to a glorious week-long affair', he told me."
4) Humble beginnings and sharing the Small Business Story: I think many of just like buying a product from a company that began in their basement in 1980 and now has 3 global locations in Canada, the U.S and the UK. It's rags to riches success by creating a product, honoring your customers and telling your story in a unique and creative way.
Hats off to Tilley Hats! This week's star in Now to WOW!™ Marketing and Branding.
 -                             Rosemary Rein, PhD is an Author, Professional Speaker and founder of Now to WOW!


    

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Cash in the attic...but no lights on...

After several minutes of one sided argument and conversation as I listened and tried to steer the train in a meaningful direction:

Lady on the phone : "Well I never?!?....what do you mean you can't send me cash through the mail"  

Me:  "No.  I really cannot in good conscience, send you $3000 cash by mail, Maam.  However, I would be glad to wire you the funds or send you a check."  

Lady: "Well heck, if I wanted that I would just drive in and get the money myself!"  

Me:  "Do you live close by Maam?  I'd be glad to let you know a few ATMs that might be close to you."  

Lady:  "Well...I live in Wooster...but it's raining and...well my hair...oh never mind...CLICK". 

I love my job.  I really do.  You get to see people deal with everyday life as a spectator.  At times they even slow down enough to allow you to help them along their way.  Some people just don't have the will or ability to connect their brains to their vocal chords in a way that makes sense to those of us out here in Realityville...


Thursday, April 1, 2010

It's April, fools.

Ahhh....spring is in the air.  The sun is shining.  The birds are chirping.  I am sneezing.  What a wonderful time of year it is, full of new beginnings and new opportunity...

Also full of the reminders that summer is right around the corner.  The kids will be off school soon and home ALL DAY LONG.  Summer means swimming and swimming means swim suits... so spring means exercise.  Exercise for me means biking, biking means putting my butt in contact with that evil little bike seat and that means 2 weeks of pain as I sit at my desk after torturing my backside each morning in the name of getting back to my "college" weight and shape.

How in the world can I be so out of shape now compared to a time in my life when my diet consisted of a steady stream of pizza and beer.  When sleep was something you fit in between 3am and noon and exercise was FUN.  Disk golf on Sunday afternoon...good for the week.  I don't get it.

I remember the SNL skit with Mike Myers called "Middle Age Man" and now I no longer find it as funny as I used to.  It has been just a little over a decade since the days of hops and barley, hand-tossed with pepperoni but to be honest it feels like 50 years.  My 4 year-old son told me last week out of the blue "Daddy, did you know you are gonna die first"  I made him repeat it because I wasn't sure I actually heard this cryptic prediction uttered by my smiling little progeny and yep, that's what he said.  When I asked him why he would tell Daddy such a nasty thing he innocently stated, as fact:  "cuz you are old Daddy, and you have a big belly too."  Thanks Brody, that might be true, but Daddy won't go down without a fight.

So as I try to resist the temptation each morning to hit snooze on my blackberry, drag myself out of bed and hoist my huge belly into a pair of sweats so I can peddle myself around the neighborhood, I think of how quickly I seem to have lost my "edge".  I search for my gusto and dig deep to remember where I left my mojo.  Eventually I will find my stride, I will get it in gear and I will prove to Brody, my wife and myself that I am not "middle aged" and certainly not closer to the grave than the off campus keg party...


I will get this old body moving and I WILL be that active Dad who makes the other flabby fathers suck it in as I walk up to the soccer game, pushing a stroller with one hand, with a Clif bar in the other.  I will, really...but hey...until I get to that point...back off man,   I'M WORKING ON IT!