Hi everyone. So, here we go on the New England Bloggers Giveaway, finally! It's my first ever, can you tell? I've been chomping at the bit for a week now, jumping up and down like a 4 year old for heaven's sakes!
First of all, thanks to Elizabeth at Thoughts from an Evil Overload for starting this group, thinking of this giveaway, and organizing it. You should go visit her...she has a very cool blog.
Below, I've listed the bloggers who are participating. Give them a visit, too, and enter! They are interesting, talented, intelligent and have great stuff that they are sharing!
Art From the Heart -Catherine in ME
Basia-Spirit Space -Barbara in MA
The Book Kitten -Kitten in CT
Fabric 'N Fiber Fanatic -Sara in NH
Life.. as it is -Tara in MA
Living The Local Life -Virginia in NH
Loving Mom 2 Boys -Liz in RI
My Secret Garden - Sue in MA
Penny's Art Room -Penny in ME
Penny-Wise People -Colleen in NH
Raise Your Hand If.. -Carol in MA (that's me!!)
Seriously, No Seriously. -Michelle
Thoughts from an Evil Overload -Elizabeth in MA
So my little "prize", if you will, is a sign that I painted this week. It says "I hope you dance", which is a wonderful life philosophy. Perhaps you've heard the song that says "If you get the choice to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance". I love that.
Anyway...the photo may not show the exact color, but the background is purple, the letters are a soft yellow, and they're all covered in a light coat of glitter. (You can never have enough glitter!) It's about 19 inches long and 3 inches wide, in case you're wondering.
Here's how to enter. If you leave me a comment, you get ONE entry. If you become a new follower, you get TWO entries. AND, if you leave me a comment telling me you are a new follower....you get THREE entries! You can enter until midnight on Friday, May 1st (May Day) and I'll pick a name on Saturday, May 2. How's that for easy? Oh, and I'll be paying for all shipping charges, so there's no cost to you.
Remember that I don't deal well with rejection, so if you don't enter, I will probably collapse in a messy heap of middle-aged angst and despair...I will need expensive therapy...my children will go hungry so that I can pay for the expensive therapy...I will be forever wounded, and all will be for naught!
And on that note, see y'all later.