Handmade jewelry giveaway!

How to enter: Comment on the comment left by the person above you on this specific blogpost. If you are the first person to post, follow this prompt: "It was a cold, blustery morning, and all was still." Your comment should be a complete sentence and should continue the story.

How long will the competition last? Right now, entries/comments will be taken until January the 15th. However, if there is not enough participation, I will extend the date.

How will the winners be selected? I will be using random.org to select the winners. Notice I did say "winners" not "winner." There will be three winners of this competition, with each one receiving an item of jewelry. :)

What kind of jewelry will be made? That's up to you! I will let you pick the type of jewelry (necklace, bracelet, earings), as well as the beads and design. :) More details will be issued to the winners.

Is it limited to the US? No! Anyone can participate. :)

If you have any questions, please Facebook me!

Comments

  1. AnonymousJanuary 5, 2010 at 5:19 PM

    Beka snuck outside in her PJ's and "Bang!", hit Caleb in the face with a freezing cold snow ball as he was calmly looking at the newspaper he just picked up off the lawn.

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  2. LarissaJanuary 7, 2010 at 2:13 AM

    Poor Caleb was dazed, wondering what had made his sweet wife do such a thing.

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  3. GnBJanuary 7, 2010 at 10:47 PM

    He couldn't work out why she had done it, but one thing was for sure, he wasn't going to let her get away with it!

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