Imagine my surprise and delight when my blog dashboard popped up this morning and there it was: 100 Followers. Thank you thank you thank you!!!
So of course I'll be having the traditional "Sally 'You Like Me, You Really Like Me' Field" 100 Follower giveaway. I already showed you what I'll be giving away, but let's just look at it again, shall we?
(Vintage Shawnee planter--I keep one, the winner gets one)
And just to make this just that much more fabulous, one kitty cat isn't ALL that's in the giveaway, since I know there are those of you out there in Bloggoland who just looked at the picture and sniffed, "Yuck, cats." Ignoring the fact that now I feel sorry for you because you don't like cats, I still understand your problem and in the next day or so will come up with an alternate choice or two.
Of course there will be a few surprises along the way. This IS Vintage Christine, you know, solver of baby chicken murders and shower-offer of her stuff extraordinaire!
So here's the deal. First, ya gotta be a VintageChristine follower, so if you're not I suggest you join up now. Then all you have to do to enter the giveaway is leave me a comment telling me why I'm the best thing since pickled eggs and--just for shits and giggles--if you mention the giveaway on YOUR blog you'll get another chance at winning! Don't forget to tell me you did it because I'm not psychic for pete's sake.
Giveaway will end right about midnight on Sunday, May 30. I think I'm going to try that Random Picker thingie if I can find it and then figure out how to use it. Or I'll just use the cat again. (If he'll do it. You know how bitchy cats can be. Hmm, maybe that's one of the reasons people don't like them. Ya THINK?)
BTW--you don't REALLY have to tell me I'm the best thing since pickled eggs since that sounds superduper egotistical and sort of pathetic . . . plus if I'm the best thing since pickled eggs that really leaves ALOT of open territory. Pickled eggs are actually some of the most disgusting things ever invented and I can personally attest to the fact that, if you allow your husband to eat JUST ONE, you will forever rue the day you let him do it.
The resulting fartage is unimaginably horrible. Trust me on that one.