Shrimp Aspic Says "Hi" - and Winner Announced!

"Hi."
There it is, in all its jiggly glory.  The now-famous aspic.

You can see what I mean about marshmallows and whipped cream subduing Fear of Jello.  Halfway through dinner, the Green Fluff is almost gone!

I know I keep saying it, but I've got to tell you again: I have had way too much fun reading all your comments on this one.

I would go on, but I think you have been waiting long enough for this.  I didn't mean for it to get so late in the day to announce this, but here I am - finally.

I printed and cut out your comments

folded them all the same way

and looked around for something they would fit nicely in, to stir and fluff them around for the drawing.

Here we go.

Perfect.

Fluff, fluff, stir, stir...

(drum roll, please)

and out comes...

Sandy D, you are the winner of the One Crazy Christmas Eve fat quarter bundle!

And wouldn't you know it, TypePad is having some sort of hiccup this evening and it won't let me access anyone's info when I click on your names, so Sandy D I hope you are reading this because I can't try to send you a message!  Please email me at info@artstuffltd.com with your mailing address and I'll get your bundle of fabric on its way to you!

And don't forget, you have until Nov. 25 to enter the big contest over at the Henry Glass Blog.  The winner of that one gets a big fabric bundle + special gifts from each of us designers!

Thanks again everyone who entered this, for all the kind comments about my stocking (!) and sharing your own memories . . . really this was so fun.  So fun, in fact, that I am going to be doing something like this every week through the rest of the holiday season, so do check back for more giveaways and fun!  Thanks!

Comments

[Thimble Room]

Great that you took (and shared) the photo. :)

Congrats to Sandy!!

[Sandy D]

Thanks Beth I sent you an email. This is a nice way to end the week.

[katja]

okay, beth, time to write another post and get the shrimp aspic off the top of the page; it makes me nervous every time i click onto your blog, as though it is going to leap out and consume me in revenge for all the thanksgiving wrongs perpetuated against it and its kind.