A Woman Entangled: Giveaway with Embroidery!

 Book A Woman EntangledHide your mantitty, or bring it out and paint it magenta, because it's giveaway time! Today I have copies of Cecilia Grant's A Woman Entangled – ( A | BN | K | S | iB ) plus a grand prize: 

Embroider your own Darcy!

No, really. You can entangle yourself with the silken threads of cross stitch Darcy:

A counted cross stitch pattern kit of Mr. Darcy

Well, the kit, anyway, with the cloth, thread, pattern, needles, and all the other tangly things you need to stitch your own Darcy. 

The tangled Darcy was provided by Anna Cowan, who with a bunch of other awesome people are gathering online to promote the book's release this week. The grand prize is tangled Darcy embroidery kit (it won't arrived tangled – I promise not to let my cats anywhere near it) and a copy of A Woman Entangled in your choice of formats. Four runners up will also receive a copy of A Woman Entangled, also in their choice of formats. Mr. Darcy will receive cross stitching. 

Would you like to enter? I hope so! To enter, please leave a comment telling us about item that to anyone else might seem insignificant, but is very meaningful for you. Like, say, embroidery of cravat-wearing fictional characters. 

The comments will close Sunday 30 June 2013 at 12noon ET, and I'll pick the winners that day. Standard disclaimers apply: void where prohibited. I am not being compensated for this giveaway. Open to interational residents to the extent permitted by applicable law. Must be over 18 years of age and wearing a cravat or diving in a lake to win. Objects in mirror may be closer than they appear. Depth perception is important. Close cover before striking. Do not remove tag under penalty of law. The penalty mentioned heretofore is probably one righteous lecture from a romance hero named Law.

A Woman Entangled is about second chances – both socially and emotionally – and wanting to do the right thing for someone , even if that means setting aside how one feels. And because it's written by Cecilia Grant, it's also about moments that would seem insignificant to anyone else, but are layered and wealthy with meaning and importance for the characters within them.

I hope, if you win a copy, you enjoy the book! Good luck! 

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  1. LSUReader says:

    I have an old, brown, somewhat ugly, striped man’s tie hanging on my closet doorknob. It belonged to my father. Every morning when I see that tie, it reminds me of him and how much I miss him now that he’s gone.

  2. Celia says:

    I have a little tin container that’s pink with cats on it.  I can’t remember where it’s from but since I was a kid, I’ve kept my “treasures” in it.  Broken friendship bracelets, worry dolls, coins from other countries, that sort of thing.  Even though many of the contents are worthless to others, I can never get rid of them.  Too many memories!

  3. Mad Madam M says:

    Cabbage Patch Kid sheets! I got them for a birthday as a kid from my grandmother and I’ve kept them ever since. They are threadbare now, but it doesn’t matter!

  4. Karen says:

    I have a wooden serving tray my dad made in wood shop sometime in the 1950s. On the backside are glue and stain drips. He became a chemist and fastidious amateur carpenter. I wish he were still here to laugh over one of his first projects.

  5. Sarah J says:

    I have a blanket/comforter that used to be my Mom’s in college. My brother and I used it all the time as kids to build forts and when playing pretend. I brought it to college too.

  6. Valeri says:

    Recipe’s from my grandmother. Once I moved away for college, I would call her and she would give me some of her recipes. I have kept them all this time. When she passed away (I wasn’t at home at the time and couldn’t make it in time for the funeral) my uncles cleaned out her house and threw away her recipe’s. They are the only memento I have from her.

  7. Nancy B says:

    An old doll given to me as a child by my babysitter. It’s missing an eye, an arm, and a leg, but only because I loved it so much and carried it with me everywhere that it took its toll. To me, it represents my childhood.

  8. Melissandre says:

    A poison ring that belonged to my great-great aunt.  It has a hinged top that can conceal a cyanide capsule, perfect for a spy about to be interrogated.  I have no idea how my great-great aunt came to have this ring, but she was an awesome lady who broke down a lot of barriers for herself working for the army during and after WWII.  The ring was probably nothing to her (not flashy enough by half), but it means a lot to me because it was hers.

  9. Tiffany says:

    I have a lap desk my great great grandfather built. My favorite thing ever.

  10. Megan S. says:

    A dollar bill folded into a heart. My best friend folded it for me as she sat next to me in a waiting room on a really, really bad day, and now I carry it in my wallet with no plans of ever spending it.

  11. NTE says:

    When I was in 8th Grade, a group of classmates and I won a place in a national competition, complete with (fundraiser backed, long time in a cramped bus) trip to Washington DC. On the way, we stopped at a pit-stop McDonalds, and my friends and I – although much too “mature” and “old” for such babyish things – all ordered Happy Meals, which came with little Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle figures.  Literally cost less than $3, and is a ridiculous piece of plastic that has no relation to any franchise I was ever a huge fan of, but I keep it because that was the first time I remember feeling independent, feeling capable, and proud and strong. It’s a reminder that 8th grade me was pretty awesome, so 34 yr-old me has a lot to live up to.

  12. Gail says:

    A turtle bank one of my uncle’s made for me when I was probably about 7. It has long since lost the little music box insert that dinged every time you put a coin in and still has stickers on it from left over from the younger me’s determination to make it sparkly. It’s goal of mine never to be to old for that bit whimsy in my life.

  13. Krista says:

    My grandfather died when I was barely 3 so I don’t really remember him, but he had a woodworking hobby and we’re lucky to have several things that he built in our family. The most meaningful to me is the wooden jewelry box he made for my mother when she married my father, that she gave to me when I got married. Living beings aside, it’s the first object I’d rescue from a fire so I keep my passport and a few other key documents in the bottom along with my jewelry.

    I’ve really enjoyed reading the various answers posted so far. What a great giveaway!

  14. Priscilla says:

    A small pine cone picked up on the hike when my husband proposed to me.

  15. Janet S says:

    Old letters, from back in the day when we all wrote on paper and sent it through the postal service. I treasure them all – from my dad when I was away at college, old boyfriends (including my very present husband), cards from relatives and a few from people whose names and messages I can’t even remember. Some day my son will have to dump them all in the recycling, and that’s fine. But until then….

  16. Susan says:

    Three recipes, on very faded and yellowing paper. Two are in my handwriting, but were dictated by each of my grandmothers, and I included their specific instructions, like using “two good onions.” My sisters and I are still pondering what exactly makes an onion “good” as opposed to “bad.”

    The third was handwritten by my mother in her atrocious chicken scratch writing. She has dementia and really cannot write any more.

  17. Yaara says:

    A ridiculous stuffed giraffe that my bf bought for me when I was going through A Bad Time and was super depressed—we called him Yakov and he sits with me when I’m sad and feeling blah, when bf isn’t around, so I won’t be alone. /corny

  18. rayvyn2k says:

    A plastic Cinderella figurine in a small reproduction of a video tape box (one of the big, plastic ones) the Disney movie came inside. It was a promo item at McDonald’s eons ago. My husband saw it in his comic book store and bought it for me.

    It’s a small thing, didn’t cost too much, but shows how very much he loves me.

  19. @Erin F, my dad’s sisters were like that when it came to his mom’s passing (and then later when his stepfather was placed in a home).  When my grandmother died, they scavenged the house, taking anything that wasn’t pinned down because they all figured they had the right to it.  I vaguely remember an argument over her wedding rings (call me crazy, but I’m sure her HUSBAND would have wanted those) and one of my aunts ended up taking them.  My dad managed to get her crucifix, which he gave me when I turned 16.  Unfortunately, it ended up being swept away with Hurricane Sandy last fall.  I still haven’t told my dad because I know he would be very upset.  (It is a really good thing that I am not at all religious and hadn’t been inclined to wear the crucifix, so he’ll never wonder why I stopped wearing it.)

    I have a couple of things that I am really attached to.  The first is this blanket my mom made me for my birthday last year.  She had just finished it before the hurricane and my aunt managed to save it before the water could touch it.  That blanket is one of the few things that I managed to save.  The second is a Christmas ornament I bought when I was in grad school.  It just has the school’s name on it, but it represents a time in my life when everything was good.

  20. Bunniesmom says:

    This won’t seem insignificant to anyone here, but it’s my books! No one in my life – no one- loves books like I do, or can understand. I love to just look at them sometimes, all lined up in order and beautiful on the bookshelf, or read the cover copy and reminisce. When I buy new ones, I set them out in a pile so I can look at them every once in a while, and ponder which one I want to read first.
    I’m (mostly) a normal person, I just love ma books!

    My husband thinks it’s nuts, but he understands, at least, that I really (really) love my books. Not more than my hubby, or my kids, or the cat (probably), but a lot.

  21. babyfishmouth says:

    A purple plastic jewel that my daughter gave me when she was four. She said it had magical powers and would make my meetings at work shorter. She must have overheard me complaining to my husband about long, pointless meetings.

    For almost ten years, I’ve had it tucked into a pocket of my notes binder.  Sad to report that it appears to be broken because most of the meetings I attend continue to be long and pointless.

  22. Sandpo says:

    I have a business card from my late father in law’s business, and on the back he had written his brother’s name and address for me (I think it was for the wedding invitations, I’m not sure) but it’s the only thing I have in his handwriting and I’ve kept it in my address book for almost 30 years now. My husband saw it a few years back and it really threw him to see his Dad’s handwriting. He asked me to never throw it out (although I wouldn’t have, anyway…) so it has sentimental value to both of us, even if it is just a business card…

    BTW, your disclaimers were wonderful. Thanks for the grin!

  23. Ashley M. says:

    I have a small ivory penguin and elephant that my grandfather gave to me before he passed away. They travel almost everywhere with me.

  24. Sarah says:

    Among my collection of craft supplies are some crochet hooks in a Horn’s box tied up with yarn.  They are plastic and metal and easily lost amongst my newer, shinier hooks.  They are truly nothing out of the ordinary; but they are the strongest link I have to my great grandmother.  Holding those hooks, working yarn, I remember sitting at her feet while she crocheted a bedspread for me.  That bedspread lays on my daughters bed, a connection to a great, great grandmother she never met, and a reminder that the simplest of memories can be the strongest.

  25. Justine says:

    I have a rhinestone barrette from high school that I still occasionally wear. I’ve worn it for many special occasions throughout my life.

  26. Anne says:

    Mine is an ordinary musical snow globe with a unicorn inside and a wooden base. It’s important to me because it’s one of the few items that survived a house fire when I was in high school. The snow globe was in my room, where the fire started, and the wood on the base is blistered from the heat of the fire. I’ve always thought it was so improbable that something so fragile as a snow globe survived everything—the flames, the fire fighters with their axes, the spray of the hoses. After I lost almost everything I owned, having that snow globe was a small, good thing indeed. I still keep in on my dresser, more than a decade later.

  27. Kim says:

    I have a few old leather-bound books dating to the late 19th century.

  28. Jeanne Miro says:

    My “treasure” is an old secretary desk that was given to me by my Grandmother.  The veneer was already peeling away from the sides of the desk when I got it but I love that it has several bookshelves on the top with glass panels so you can see what’s inside!

    I love sitting down to write letters and it has nooks and crannies to contain your checks, bills and also keep letters and perhaps even an old love note or two from my husband!  Plenty of room also in the drawers below to keep those special pictures my children made me when their were young with space left over to add ones from my grandchildren as well.

  29. marjorie says:

    I saved the crusty ol’ bottle of nail polish from my wedding 15 years ago. Um, WHY. It is a drugstore brand (Revlon’s Cherries in the Snow, for your info, which I liked b/c it was such an old-skool, vintage-y choice) and I could buy another bottle ANYWHERE, and Self, please remind yourself that it is a fine, fine line between SENTIMENTAL and HOARDER.

  30. Julie B. says:

    I have a piece (actually, a shard) of the Berlin Wall. One of my former roommates was in Germany when it fell. She brought me back a small piece of the rubble that was left.

  31. beckymmoe says:

    I had a rock that my best friend “stole” from her workplace for me (it was when we were in high school—she worked at a local theme park and it was part of their driveway/walkway entrance). I used it as a doorstop for many years and across many moves and several states, but it somehow didn’t make the last move with us 🙁

  32. Beth says:

    Holy crapalolly I want a cross-stitched Darcy! My BFF would go crazy for that—best birthday present ever.

    One thing I have which has tremendous value for me but very actual value is an invitation to the party where I met my husband. We move around a lot and I don’t hold on to a lot of stuff, but that one has to stay. (See, I even threw a little romance at you, smart bitches).

  33. donna says:

    I have a little glass vial of expired pills—nitroglycerin, actually—that my dad carried in his pocket forever, up until he died when I was a teenager. The label is worn off from being in his jeans pocket and it looks like nothing, but I always remember that they saved his life more than once.

  34. Gry says:

    My Amish pins. Like these: http://www.etsy.com/listing/118169233/3-amish-heavy-duty-unbendable-hair-pins
    I have hair that is past Classic length, and has started to creep down my thighs, and to keep all that hair in order and out of trouble, I keep it in updos. And having that much hair means that I truly need industrial strength tools for the job.
    I have lots of hairtoys, and some of them are stunning pieces – some are custom items, specially made for me. I also have a number of antique combs and hair ornaments. (And yes, I wear them, too!)
    But I reach for those humble pieces of bent steel wire almost every day. But you’ll never know it, since they are hidden in my hair – sometimes they do the actual job holding my hair in its updo all by themselves, while I perhaps decorate my hair with a flower or two, or some other pretty decoration. At other times they act in support of another, flashier hairtoy, adding stability to the updo and helps spreading the weight of my bun over a larger area of scalp, thus making it more comfortable.

    Heh – attack52. No my beloved Amish pins don’t attack my hair – they are actually very gentle and kind to my locks! 😀

  35. Hydecat says:

    I actually have a cross-stitched thing that is special to me. It’s an afghan with pictures of dogs and horses cross-stitched onto it. She was working on it when she passed away, and I finished it, so it’s like we worked on it together.

  36. Lisa Jo says:

    Oh Mister!
    This is right up my alley! I’ve been known to ignore other while cross-stitching.  😉

  37. Hydecat says:

    “She” being my mom. I need an editor!

  38. Layla says:

    An old copy of “Little Men” my wonderful first-grade teacher gave me because she recognized how much I liked to read.

  39. Miss Bates says:

    I hold precious a used Oxford edition of JANE EYRE that I bought for five pounds at a used book store in St. Andrews on New Year’s Eve.

  40. Dread Pirate Rachel says:

    I have an ancient glass citrus reamer that belonged to my grandmother. She was not a particularly warm woman, but she loved us fiercely in a quiet, reserved way. I have a very specific memory of sitting in her kitchen as a young child while the two of us finished one of her legendary carrot cakes straight out of the Pyrex pan. When we were done, I started to get up to wash the pan, and she demanded, “What are you doing? We still need to finish the crumbs!”

    The citrus reamer is one of the few things I have of hers. I use it nearly every day, and I’m very careful when I wash it. A few months ago, my husband ran it through the dishwasher and it got a chip. He couldn’t understand why I was so distraught, but he never touched that citrus reamer again.

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