Jumping Off The Eiffel Tire

Man alive...I thought I was the only one getting dizzy from the paint fumes, but seems a certain cute redhead from Wacky Waco has been sniffing the back side of her roll of duct tape.  RobUhLyn loves her duct tape. She keeps telling it it's the new burlap and is constantly working it into her designs.  Would y'all believe that little whipper-snapper is having a giveaway over at her blog?  Would you also believe it's a doozie...if I ever saw one?

Y'all know I'm just nutso crazy for this girl and you've heard me go on and on about her talent.

"You may be a redneck if a dumpster gets emptied...with you still in it."

I (proudly I must add) own one of her red.neck Chic original handbags (I love my Trash Bag)...or as she likes to call 'em...pocketbooks.  Each and every one is unique...just like her!  She also designs and makes a line of blouses called Saddle Tramps (I personally like the idea of being just a tad trampy from time to time...keeps my man on his toes) and does her own twist on jewelry...red.neck Glam.

Using only the finest of silver duct tape available, elegant pearls (to remind us we are ladies) and with just enough bits and baubles to make the magpie in all of us squeal, she devilishly creates these one of kind treasures in her lab.or.a.tory!

"You may be a redneck if you save your Junk Gypsys' Mama Tried cap for special occasions."

Now tighten up those bra straps ladies 'cause here is where it gets real good!

SHE'S.GIVING.ONE.OF.HER.red.neckGLAM'S.AWAY!

EEEKKK!!!

But wait....there's more.

Because I never got around to having my senior prom (she says hanging her head in shame)...and because I want one of these bad boys so much...I ain't gonna wait to see if she draws my name outta the Eiffel Tire...I'm gonna buy two...one for me...

AND

ONE for you!

Let me just say...I am a fool for statement jewelry.  In fact...my personal motto is "Don't jazzercise...accessorize!".  Truth is, if you can't see me from across a field...my rhinestones ain't big...or gaudy...enough!

"You may be a redneck if your matching serving bowls really do say Parkay...and not butter."

So here's the deal pickle...head on over to red.neck Chic and look at her simple rules for entering.  Since I don't like to think or work any more than I have to...her rules are my rules.  The only difference is her giveaway will end Saturday and mine, August 10th.  A long time...yeah...but that's mine and Cat Daddy's anniversary and I do believe a red.neck Glam necklace will make the perfect gift to moi from moi!

"You may be a redneck f you have a beer box duct taped over one or more truck windows."

Only the best for my Texas man!

I'll fess up...I'm a redneck.  Heck...you can't live in Texas and not be.  Our belt buckles...and hair...weigh at least 3 pounds, we like to wear boots with everything, and if you want to know how to spell our names...just check out the back of our belts!  If you go to any mall in Texas and holler out Bubba...at least fourteen little boys and a coupla grown men are gonna come runnin'!

Don't let anybody try and tell you different.  Even the folks livin' in the North Dallas Forty way 'cross Central Expressway say ham and aigs when there ain't nobody listenin'!

Let your inner redneck out and make a fashion statement all at the same time.  It can be yours for just a comment!

"You may be a redneck if your granddaughter learned her numbers by watching Nascar."

(Do I?  Oh heck yeah!)

You know you do too...so time's a-wastin' y'all.  Head on over to The red.neck (check out her ETSY while you're there for all the tray sheek fashion she's whuppin' up) and leave her a big ol' comment. I guarantee you'll leave with a big toothy grin!

But first...talk to me.  Remember...one for me...one for one of y'all.

Oh...and tell her Trash sent ya!

From one redneck to another...can I get a yee to the haw?