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The Barrel giveaway : SNIS Handmade Leather Goods

As seen in this month's issue of The Barrel I'm giving away one leather keychain or bracelet from SNIS.

Their keychains crack me up.  In a really good way.  Like, if I was to ever have a grumpy day (like every day) and I see something like that on my keychain, then I doubt I'll be able to scream at my kids as well.

Also, good news!  Even those of you who don't win can get 15% off everything in their shop!  Just enter the code: THEBARREL to get the discount.

If you win this giveaway you get to choose the bracelet or keychain out of SNIS's etsy shop (and they have a bunch to choose from):




All giveaways associated with The Barrel end on March 15th at 11:59 PM MT.

Here's how to enter:

1- For ONE entry: visit SNIS's etsy shop then leave a comment on this post about which is your favorite product.

2- For another ONE entry you can "heart" SNIS's etsy shop. (Leave a separate comment telling me that you "hearted" them.)

3- For ONE more entry you can subscribe to The Barrel. (Leave me a separate comment letting me know you subscribed.)

4- And for TWO extra entries you can blog about this giveaway, but you must also mention The Barrel in your post.  (Leave two separate comments with a link to your post.)

The winner will be drawn randomly, contacted and also announced on this blog.
PLEASE LEAVE YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS WITH YOUR COMMENTS/ENTRIES.

Comments

jess said…
What cute keychains! I used to have a leather turtle & need a replacement. One of these would be perfect!
jess said…
I subscribe to The Barrel!
Hill said…
Love, Love, LOVE the pink hippo and the grey koala! So clever.

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Hill said…
I "hearted" SNis on etsy.

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Way cute keychains. I love the owl keychain.
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I heart SNIS's etsy shop.
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I subscribe to The Barrel.
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