There were a total of 13 names entered for the drawing... stay tuned for the results tomorrow evening (Oct. 11). Thanks to all that participated!
I was inspired to have a drawing/giveaway ever since Lora posted her face pin giveaway (see the post just before this one for details). This is my offering for a giveaway, it for anyone that has a desire to participate. The requirements are pretty simple as follows:
Leave a comment here offering up a name for this doll (one that has not already been posted), please include your name. A link to your blog or website would be appreciated, but is not necessary in order to play. I will accept names until midnight (Eastern time) Wednesday, October 10.
By Friday I will put all the names in a bowl and draw one. I will contact the winner via email to obtain a mailing address. Everyone is welcome to participate, I will pay postage - domestic or international.
The only thing I ask in return is that the winner consider having some sort of give away of their own.
She is 3 inches tall, fully beaded. Form by Monica Magness, face by Jen Martin. She has 3 vintage green round nail heads on her front side as well as a Swarovski butterfly sewn to her right 'hand'. Dangling from her left hand are three 4mm Swarovski bicone beads. Her back side sports a vintage German glass sew on heart in green. Beads used range in size from 15/0 to 11/0 and are both Japanese and Czech.
I look forward to hearing from you.
Leaves of Grass
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body - Walt Whitman