Winner-Sawdust & Diamonds Giveaway!

We have a winner! A sweet reader-Krista M.-has been randomly chosen to receive her most favorite, most loved, most oohed and aahed upon piece of jewelry.

I will be contacting you, Krista, to put you in touch with the artisan of all that is Sawdust and Diamonds Jewelry.

And for those of you that weren’t able to enter, or haven’t had a chance to drool over this adorable website-please go there now! Check out a few of her lovely pieces below.

Get to know the artist, Rachel Watson:

Sawdust and Diamonds Jewelry Giveaway!

Have you started your Christmas shopping yet? How about I give you a little jumpstart with a free jewelry giveaway from Sawdust and Diamonds?

I’m not a fan of shopping in crowded stores, black Fridays or enduring yet another terrible rendition of “Baby it’s cold outside”. I opt for picking up items here and there throughout the year, making presents myself, or relying on local artists for their one-of-a-kind gifts.

Just recently, I was invited to teach a home economics class at a private school. While showing the girls how to make this homemade Christmas wreath, I chatted with the teacher-Rachel.

With her own two sweet hands, Rachel creates one-of-kind jewelry pieces and sells them on her website, “Sawdust and Diamonds“.

Her jewelry is seriously cute stuff. She had me at the owl necklace alone. I knew I must order several of these pieces for the ladies in my life. And nothing on her site was over $18. You can’t beat that with a candy cane.

I started to think, if I like her creations so much-wouldn’t my readers also?

So, throughout this crazy shopping weekend, I am hosting a giveaway. One lucky reader will win their choice of any jewelry piece on her site, “Sawdust and Diamonds“. How awesome is that?

I mean, is there anything better than supporting a local artist, winning a free piece of jewelry and checking one more person off that Christmas list? I would say there is not. GOOD LUCK!

Here’s how to enter:
a Rafflecopter giveaway

Get to know the artist, Rachel Watson:

My artistic license is at stake.

Dear “Anonymous”-

When I was employed as a writer and my husband was still a touring musician, I felt the freedom to be weird. I wore weird clothes, I listened to weird music, and I decorated my house with my weird style.

Sure, I received some flack from the “normals”, but I was surrounded by more weirdos than normals.

Biceps and I were often hired by others to build out of the ordinary things, due to the fact that our artistic license accompanied our meticulous building skillz. Case in point, an artist hired us to build her this pretty, but functional shed that we deemed the “Big Girl Playhouse“.

I’ve been proud of the unorthodox things that I have built. I realize that not everyone is a weirdo like me and won’t like my style. That’s cool. I can handle it.

But, as a blogger, I am critiqued for my artistic license way more than the average bear. I try to take it all in stride. Heck, I understand why someone on the west coast doesn’t appreciate my deer hoof coat rack. They’re worried about their patchouli and plugs. I track with why Mr. Modern Guy may not like my barn wood dining room table. I understand it’s all chrome and glass for you. And sure, purple master bedrooms may not be your thing. I know you have a hankering for realtor beige. It’s cool.

I’m not normal, so my stuff isn’t normal. I get it. I friggin’ get it.

When I build something that’s for me, and I take the time to photograph each step, edit those photographs, write out an informative tutorial on exactly how to do it, how much it costs, where to buy the material…why is it ok for the internet kingdom to rip me a new one and tell me how ugly/stupid/dumb my project was?

Not to be creepy, but I know who you are: I know your IP address, where you logged in from, how you found my blog, what city you live in, what pages of mine you visited and for how long.

So, even if you are wussy enough to call yourself “anonymous”, you aren’t. Just let me be a weirdo over here in my little world. And, I’ll allow you the same.

Love-Weirdo Rebekah