How would you like to win this gorgeous, brand new, bright red, lovely Kate Spade tote?
You’d like it very much, right?
Well you are in luck because we are having the BEST GIVEAWAY EVER for Valentine’s Day.
…because we love you so much, and we love Kate Spade so much,
and we are having major feels for our Gilded Gown Girls!
But, you’ll have to earn this ladies. We have been working very hard on our social media game and want to improve our stats even more. We win, You might possibly win. And, you are much more likely to win if you enter.
To Enter, Please Show Us Some Major Love:
- Like us on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/TheGildedGown/
- Like us on our other Facebook https://www.facebook.com/GildedGownCurvy
- Follow us on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thegildedgown/
- Follow us on Twitter https://twitter.com/thegildedgown
- Follow us on Pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/thegildedgown/
- Follow us on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/user/gildedgown/featured
- Once you’ve completed all of the above (remember it could be very worth it!), please comment below with your name and email address.
Contest closes on 2/13/17.
The winner will be announced on Valentine’s Day! The lucky, lucky winner will need to pick up the gorgeous, bright red Kate Spade tote at the Gilded Gown at Knoxville Center Mall. We are open seven days a week: 11 am – 7 pm Monday through Saturday, and from Noon – 6 pm on Sunday.
Meantime, if you need a dress for any special occasion from wedding to prom, please come see us.
For more lovely Kate Spade products, please click here. (You’ll probably need the matching wallet.)
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! We are very excited!!!!!
“There is no remedy for love but to love more.”
Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast as Thou Art
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient sleepless eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors;
No yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love‘s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever or else swoon to death.