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Giveaway – Inez Gill Handmade Bows

2 Jan

What better way to start off the new year than with something pretty? My twitter pal, Courtney Gill Zurcher, owner and creator of Inez Gill, thinks so and this is why she’s offering Little Big readers a chance to win one of her charming handmade, vegan-approved bows to a lucky reader!

Her bows are really popular and you can see why: they come in a range of styles and colors.

I have been wanting to host more giveaways supporting small, independent handmade or vintage-based business, so when Courtney contacted me I jumped at the chance. She is generously offering her bows to any Little Big reader, even those outside the U.S. I love her bows and she’s sending me a pink one, which I completely expect to fight with Isobel over. Look for photos of her wearing the bow during the day and me secretly wearing it while she naps in the near future.

Courtney has a really lovely site (I’m drooling over that cowl on the home page) and in addition to artistic shawls and cowls she also does a lot of custom work, which is one of my favorite things about doing business with small independent businesses: they value your business and will work with you to create something that uniquely fits your tastes and needs.

And now, to the deets:

* To enter, leave a comment below.

For extra chances to win,

* Follow Inez Gill on twitter. (And leave a comment saying you did so.)

* Like Inez Gill on Facebook. (And leave a comment saying you did so.)

* Tweet the following:

“Supporting handmade with @exlibris makes the world an awesome place:”

I’ll announce the winner on Friday. Good luck!

His & Her Terrariums

21 Jul

I’m not going to keep everybody in suspense… the winner of last week’s Vintage Terrarium book giveaway is…  laurenarnsman! Congratulations! Email me your address so I can send you this terrarium book goodness.

Recently I made two more terrariums. One for my friend Justin’s birthday, and another much smaller one, for his wife Angela’s desk at work. I haven’t seen her desk, but I can just tell it needs some pimping.

The one is Angela’s. It’s petite and adorable. It’s next to a jam jar to show scale. It’s pretty small, making it perfect for a cramped office desk.

I apparently can’t take any photo of a terrarium these days without one of my cats photobombing it. Thanks, Poppy.

"Don't mention it, asshole!"

This larger one is Justin’s, and since it was his birthday, I added a moose figurine. Or maybe it’s an elk. I don’t really know.

This terrarium is the typical goldfish bowl variety.

It was really fun to make. Terrariums are just a lot of fun in general.

I guess Jupiter was feeling left out.

Giveaway: Vintage Terrarium Book

14 Jul

When I was a little girl I used to love visiting my Papa and Nana’s house. We went there often but it seemed to have an ever-changing array of interesting things to look at. Their house was modest and quite small but when my dad was in grade school they built a large living and dining room addition. It housed the baby grand piano, lots of Depression-era glass, and an old TV that the cousins and I would gather around to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles every day after school. Under the piano, near a large, light-filled plate glass window stood this jar filled with the most amazing terrarium.

Only later in life did I find out these containers were called carboys and were intended for homebrewing, not terrariums. When the time came to move my grandparents out of their house, I took the long-defunct terrarium container home and hoped to fill it with plants and rocks and a tiny ecosystem someday.

I also inherited their vintage terrarium guide that my grandparents used to make the terrarium that so fascinated me as a child:

Recently, longtime flickr pal Mia sent me another awesome vintage terrarium guide she found at a book sale:

And now, Little Big readers, I have some good news: I found an extra copy of Terrariums & Miniature Gardens while thrifting and I’m going to give it away to one of you! To enter this giveaway, simply leave one comment below.

You can earn an extra entry on twitter if you tweet about this giveaway, but if you do, be sure to leave a second comment with a link to your tweet. Additional comments will be deleted.

This giveaway is open to all readers, not just those in the United States. In addition to the book, I’ll also send along some fun miniature items to stick inside your terrarium and give it personality. I’ll announce the winner next Thursday.

Good luck!

Mother’s Day Bracelet Giveaway

10 May


Mother’s Day weekend didn’t work out at all how I planned. Friday I returned to work after getting really sick on Tuesday (aw, I just realized it’s my one week anniversary with this virus! special!) I had planned to see a friend’s band play that night, and even though I wasn’t feeling the greatest I still wanted to go. So we went. We had a good time but I could feel my fever returning and my voice leaving. We left early with regrets.

I woke up the next day and my voice sounded like I had been gargling glass. Sadly I realized I was going to have to cancel most of the weekend’s plans. I had really been looking forward to hanging out with Ellen & Laura and seeing Ellen’s sweet new baby and sniffing his little head until people looked at me awkwardly, but I wasn’t up to it and could no way justify bringing this virus in contact with a newborn. I was pretty bummed.

Anthony still wanted to make Mother’s Day special for me so he took me out for some thrifting and a Mother’s Day lunch. While out I managed to lock our keys in the trunk of the car. Happy Mother’s Day to meee! While waiting for the locksmith to come we tried to come up with ways of entertaining Isobel that did not involve letting her run around the dangerous parking lot like she so desperately wanted.

Thrifting obviously didn’t work out like I’d planned, but take a look at this amazing vintage clock I found. I will totally put this in the shop, just as soon as I quit finding attractive places to hang it in my own house. Ahem.

(Before I gave it a thorough cleaning)


We were famished after thrifting, but we knew Isobel had some energy to burn so we stopped by a park to let her burn off some energy before heading to lunch. Isobel had been quite content all morning, but as soon as we got to the restaurant she proceeded to throw the largest, most enthusiastic restaurant tantrum of her career.

Anthony and I ate in turns while the other tended to screamy baby. She was only happy sitting next to the fountain in the lobby. I ate my soup and salad alone and then let Antonyhave his turn. A well-meaning waitress tried to help, but the last thing Isobel wants mid-tantrum is a person she does not know making faces at her. It egged her on and she screamed NO NO NO right in the waitress’ face. That will teach her to be kind to babies!

The virus was returning with a vengeance at that point, so I tried to soothe Isobel as best I could but my voice sounded like Dr Claw. It was by turns a demonic rumble or ghostly whisper. Just imagine how soothing it would be to have Dr Claw rubbing your back saying, DON’T WORRY, HONEY. IT WILL BE ALL RIGHT. She screamed harder.

As soon as our entrees were ready we boxed them up and left.


Mother’s Day wasn’t a wash, though, because I did get to spend time with my family and there was some light napping (always a bonus). Anthony let me pick out some stuff from Etsy about a week before so it would come in time, and my favorite thing by far was this bracelet from BeadsByEvelyn.

I love this bracelet. I have super tiny wrists so I rarely buy bracelets because inevitably they are too big and it’s a huge disappointment. But I loved this bracelet and Etsy sellers can often customize things for you so I emailed Evelyn and explained that my wrists are about a full inch smaller than the smallest size listed on her chart. No problem, she said, she could fix that for me, and oh by the way, she offers a 100% satisfaction guarantee, so if I still didn’t like the fit after she adjusted it, I could send it back for a refund. Awesome.


It reminds me of a laurel wreath and I absolutely adore it. I’ve only been wearing it for a week now but I’ve gotten so many compliments on it. I need to have Anthony take a picture of me wearing it, but here’s the best I could do with my non-dominant hand holding my cell phone.


This bracelet fits me perfectly, and Evelyn is generously donating one of her gorgeous bracelets to a lucky Little Big reader! I’m super excited because this is my first giveaway ever that didn’t involve something I found at my house. (Although remember that time I gave away some monkeys? Good times.) 

To enter all you have to do is leave a comment below. Anyone who RTs this giveaway will be entered twice. A winner will be selected randomly and announced on Friday. Good luck and check out BeadsByEvelyn’s shop for more lovely goodies.

Follow Friday – Frakking Toasters

2 Dec

Please excuse the awful formatting on this post. It’s normally much better, but I’ve been having computer issues (fracking toasters) and so this is what we’re stuck with. Stupid awful miraculous technology.

But I have great news! Jamie and Amanda, winners of the MONKEY GIVEAWAY, I have sent off your prizes. The good news for everybody else is that only two of the winners claimed their prize so I have one last set of monkeys to give away. Also, Isobel somehow went from being wide away to totally asleep in the less than a mile drive from our house to the mail center, so the clerk had to address the envelopes for me. The return address is just “Little Big” and my city. I’m not trying to hide from you or be all mysterious, it was just easier for her to write. You should have seen me juggling a totally passed out toddler plus the three packages I was sending off. And besides that, I had with me a take and bake pizza. I also sent off a pretty awesome present to my twitter wife Kristin, in return for the awesomeness she sent me.

What is Follow Friday? It’s a Twitter meme that I have taken a couple steps further.  See my nomination for a Shorty Award for Follow Friday here. You can read more Follow Friday goodness here. Learn more about it in my FAQ.

EvenMoreSarah How many diet ginger ales can I drink today? That is the question on the floor.
mrpilkington I, for one, welcome our new bacterial overlords. Praise be to Arsenic!
GirlDetective Does anybody know when the new season of “Chilean Miner Rescue” starts up again?

SarahIvy FYI: Laser pointers work just as well on babies as they do on cats.
DaveHolmes I came, I saw, I asked around to see if everyone was cool with me eventually conquering, I conquered. #LeadershipByMcCain
wordlust It’s my dog’s birthday! Big party tonight. I just hope that poodle stripper doesn’t eat the cake from the inside.

stray If there is a Hell, it probably looks like a fucking Macy’s.
iamcaroline ain’t no party like an arsenic-based life party ’cause an arsenic-based life party don’t stop

GirlDetective I’m sure that running FIFA is great, but having the name Sepp Blatter and not becoming a urologist just seems like a real wasted opportunity

Colsonwhitehead My doctor didn’t like my x-rays. He’s concerned my bones “got a little machine.”

wawoodworth Spoiler: All Amish romance novels end the same. Everyone comes… [dramatic pause] back to God

telephase @exlibris @wawoodworth I like to have my barn raised. #andmybutterchurned

Lilacmess Because it is no longer the 90’s, I cannot tolerate any of No Doubt’s noises from that era

mathowie Oh look, it’s every site I’ve ever bought anything off of in the past 15 years! Sure! I’d love an email with your latest sale offers!

NASeason Monday, you’re harshing my mellow.

OverlandParker Cyber Monday? Call me old fashioned but I’m one of those people who needs to be in the store actually touching the mannequin to get aroused.

Sween Went to Costco. Bought a crate of Costcos.
LaurelKS Watching Ghost Adventures or, as I like to call it, Dude, bro, man, guy, hey, dude, hey, hey, hey look at this.

Yowhatsthehaps Every time I find free wifi I get all Gollum up in here. “MY PRECIOUSSSSS!!!”

Rossgrady Gee thanks, Netflix! You’re right, since Breaking Bad isn’t available for instant watching, Season 1 of Gimme a Break is a great substitute.

amandaha I feel it’s important to watch this workout DVD at least once without actually doing the moves, just so I get it right when it’s my turn.

jen_talley Girls watching dancing dog video on YouTube. Went to bathroom. Came back in in 5 minutes later to find them watching Arabic infomercials
louispeitzman The Tempest is great if you like Shakespeare and dropping acid and things that are boring

Phineas For the next five months my life will be ruled by tea and space heaters

Danforthfrance I often react to other people’s problems like Mr. Banks in Mary Poppins — “Splendid, splendid” — and then go on speech-singing
mikey_m00n Thank God for Mexican food. The Mexicans would have all starved to death without it.

GirlDetective Just finished my Christmas shopping! I hope everyone likes dreidels.

ScrewyDecimal You know you’re a children’s librarian when you pantomime raining (à la “The Itsy Bitsy Spider”) while conversing with an adult about rain

Zaius13 Is it “UP the wazoo” or “OUT the wazoo”? I want the review committee to know my dissertation was thoroughly researched
FakeeEtiquette It is rude to put a something in someone’s something so they can do stuff while they do stuff without an introductory “yo dawg.”

Juliussharpe Revenge plan:
1. Buy a bird a car
2. Shit on it

Heyrenees I’m ready for Google to acquire me.

Badbanana Was about to close six tabs in Firefox when my computer asked me if I really wanted to continue. Now pondering suicide.

Louispeitzman Always the Bastian, never the Atreyu.

hereslizz Looking thru an LL Bean catalog is like an 88 page yawn.

mommywantsvodka@TheNextMartha my food baby is taking a nap. Ooh! It just kicked! How sweet!

Sarcasmically I have in my possession a 64-ounce coffee and with it, the ability to stop time and hear WITH MY EYES

Michaeljnelson Said it before, I’ll say it again & the fact that it’s supremely uninteresting won’t deter me in the least: I like many brands of mustard.

Mindykaling When celebs get pestered by paparazzi why don’t they just start singing “Hey Jude” or some incredibly expensive song to clear?

Rrrobbed Based on how he’s wearing his sock, my 4-yr-old seems to be a fan of the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

DarbySmash If you don’t have kids, don’t give parenting advice. You sound like an idiot.

Adamisacson Forget stocks, bonds and derivatives. PBS Pledge Week programmers know the real money is in Peter, Paul and Mary concert footage.

Danforthfrance I hope the word “yule” is limbering up for a few weeks of tortured punning.

MeganBoley Oh, you know. Just being punched in the chest with a giraffe

Kerrianne Overheard: “Did you get my email?” “You mean on the computer?” Ahoy, Monday.

schmutize People just don’t ROFL like they used to.

Mrteacup Looking at some old pics from the 70s – they were really into the vintage look back then.
@danharmon “Wikipedia founder Jimmy Wales, we need a photo for your personal appeal. Use the Spacey?” “Yeah, use the Spacey.”
MrWordsWorth If US Government censorship of the web is underway, then all I can say is

BrainCum Fun Fact: Homophobia is a great alternative to coming out of the closet.

Athenabee If I have to ask what an appropriate amount of cookies to consume is, I’ve probably exceeded that number.

Sigafoos You know how babies are born knowing how to breathe and eat and so on? Why can’t they also come out knowing what a Saturday is?

MrWordsWorth Willie Nelson has smoked so much pot he’s probably permanently in possession of it. At least in his hair.

Mattfraction: The Fifth Loko is love.


What is Follow Friday? It’s a Twitter meme that I have taken a couple steps further.  See my nomination for a Shorty Award for Follow Friday here. You can read more Follow Friday goodness here. Learn more about it in my FAQ.

Hey Hey, You Won Monkeys

13 Nov

It’s Saturday which means it’s MONKEY GIVEAWAY TIME! On Tuesday I announced my first-ever MONKEY GIVEAWAY based on the fact that I might have another personality living in my brain. One that likes to write cryptic notes to self that I find later and have to guess at their meaning. At any rate, I have collected a stash of vending machine monkeys for my MONKEY GIVEAWAY and am giving them away in the hopes that the winners will use them to build a terrarium, decorate it, or use said monkeys in the pimping of their workspace. I have selected three winners using

And the winners are…

Me? Is it me?!


(…No, it’s not you.)

Me? Is it me?!


(…It’s definitely not you. You’re kind of gross.)


AmandaStretch! That’s you! Hooray!


Congratulations, catvoncat!

And our final winner is…


Winners, please email me your address so that I may send you a selection of MONKEYS for your terrariums or your pimped out workspace.



Thank you so much for everyone who participated, and I plan to have more giveaways in the future so your odds of winning something spectacular (like vending machine monkeys) are still very good. I am impressed with all the Little Big readers who are definitely going to Heaven because they retweeted this give away and/or posted about it on facebook or their blog. I love you all.

This One’s About Boobies

9 Nov

You may have noticed that I’m posting an awful lot lately. My husband’s new job requires lots of business trips for training so while he’s been gone I’ve been spending quiet evenings writing on my laptop while Isobel contentedly lines up her toys for some Mysterious Toddler Reason. Plus I haven’t been watching any TV lately. Strangely enough it feels lonely to watch my favorite shows without Anthony there to share them, and I’ve been watching my recorded episodes of Oprah only half-heartedly since he’s not there to groan in boredom. I’ve been making a conscious effort to watch less TV in Isobel’s presence anyway. With my husband gone I’ve been turning to my surrogate husband, The Internet, for adult discourse. Hence the multitude of posts.

(As an aside: I was trying to explain NaBloPoMo to Anthony over the weekend except I got the name wrong and accidentally called it “No Blo Mo or Something” and let me tell you, my husband is 100% in favor Mo Blo. And we’ll leave it at that.)

Before I talk about boobies I’d like to remind everyone that I’m currently hosting a MONKEY GIVEAWAY and you have until Saturday to enter. So far about six of you are going to Heaven because you’ve retweeted my post. Thanks, guys! I’m currently singing “Monkey’s Gone To Heaven” in your honor.

And now, onto the boobies…

I love commenting on other people’s blogs because I think writing is best enjoyed as a conversation, so imagine my frustration when all of my comments lately have been eaten by the internet. No matter where I commented or what I said, none of my masterful, well-thought-out comments (HA!) seemed to post. I have an extensive blog roll that includes all of these blogs plus several other blogs that I nose around in from time to time.

This glitch was especially irritating because Grumbles and Grunts is hosting a giveaway that I particularly want to be a part of. If you’re a parent and you have ladyparts, there is a chance that you have tried your, er, hand at pumping. Everyone told me that breastfeeding would be hard, but nobody told me that pumping would be hard. In case you were wondering, it’s really really hard.

I don’t want to get into Isobel’s birth story yet because frankly, I’m going to need more counseling first. Suffice it to say that things went horribly wrong and I ended up with a catheter bag full of blood and emergency surgery and a C section besides. My body went into shock afterwards, and I was a mess.

I was not making enough milk to sustain Isobel so my lactation consultant recommended regular pumping. No problem, I thought. I’ll just hook up the old love jugs to the machine and fold diapers, browse on my laptop, or check twitter on my phone. I just assumed that the pumps suction-cupped themselves directly to your breasts. At no point did I think you had to hold them in place for the entire thirty minute pumping period with your own goddamn hands.

Really? Are you shitting me, technology? WE CAN PUT A MAN ON THE MOON BUT I HAVE TO HOLD MY BREAST PUMP IN PLACE WITH MY OWN GODDAMN HANDS FOR THE ENTIRE DURATION OF MY MILKING? If women had been the dominant sex in our society you’d better fucking believe this technology would have been discovered by now.

I do plan on having another child and the pumping problem has been something that has haunted me. If this pumping-bra-thing works half as well as it says it does, then I at least have one free hand with which to play Bejeweled. So consider me entered.

The Grumblies requested that those who enter share their most embarrassing pumping stories. Fortunately, I had an extra-long maternity leave thanks to my health complications and I was able to pump in the privacy of my own home. My most embarrassing pumping story happened nearly every night: when Anthony would realize I should be done pumping but still hadn’t emerged from the bedroom he’d come in to find me topless, slumped over dead asleep, one boob attached to the pump while the other inevitably became free from the pump to distribute milk all over my pajama pants and bedding. The unused side of the pump would whir pathetically in time with my snores and he’d have to wake me up to deal with the aftermath. Yay, technology!

Now pray with me to the lactation gods that I win that pump holder, or else I suspect you’ll have to hear more embarrassing details about my boobs in the future.


9 Nov

Oh, Little Big readers. Ask and you shall receive. A few weeks ago I found a cryptic note I’d written as a reminder to myself that said only, “MONKEY GIVEAWAY.” I have no idea what that means but often I’ll write notes to myself using only pithy two-word phrases that I’ll expect to remember later. News flash: I never do! Which makes me wonder if I have another personality living inside me that likes to write notes for the sole purpose of confusing the hell of my dominant personality.

When I tweeted the discovery of the MONKEY GIVEAWAY note I think half the internet responded by enthusiastically demanding I give them a monkey. Which put me in a tough position. I needed to find some sort of monkey to give away or else I was going to look like an Internet Scrooge who was hoarding all the monkeys for myself while the rest of the internet remained chimpless.

All this happened around the time I was writing my terrarium tutorial and inspiration posts. While writing I figured out a humane and legal way of solving the problem of a MONKEY GIVEAWAY: vending machines.

While buying cat food I stumbled upon tiny plastic monkey figurines in a vending machine near the checkout lanes of the pet store. This is a particularly sweet vending machine spot because before they were offering monkeys they had offered fake mustaches. Awesome.

To sum up, I bought the hell out of these vending machine monkeys and am offering THREE SETS OF MONKEYS FOR MY MONKEY GIVEAWAY. Which means three of you lucky readers will get a chance to win a set of MONKEYS.

Right now you’re asking yourself, do you have ADD? Because you mentioned something about terarrariums. Yes I did! You guys! Tiny plastic monkeys are perfect for life inside a terrarium.

Winners, you don’t have to put your monkeys in a terrarium, but how awesome would that be if you made a terrarium, put the monkeys in them, and then posted your photos for all to see (and covet)? That would be rad.

To enter this contest all you have to do is:

  1. Leave a comment. One comment. Your chances are EXTREMELY good because there will be three winners. Multiple comments will be disqualified.
  2. Technically, you don’t have to tweet about my MONKEY GIVEAWAY on twitter, post about it on FB or your blog, but it does make you a better person on the inside and does possibly get you in to Heaven. Just saying.

I’ll announce the winners on Saturday morning.

Look at these little duders. How can you not want one?

Terrarium Inspiration

4 Nov

Yesterday I posted a tutorial on how to create terrariums, but something weird happened and it posted in the past. By the time I noticed and fixed the back-dating issue it was nearly today. I know that sentence barely makes any sense, but that’s what I get for fucking with the space-time continuum. If you haven’t read the tutorial, it’s very very easy. If you have read it and can’t wait to get started, here’s some container, plant, and figurine inspiration. If you found my blog by searching for “how to build wet terrariums”, seek help immediately. Possibly in the form of a dictionary.

If you’re lucky enough to find a vintage terrarium container while thrifting, scoop it up and never look back. They aren’t that easy to find. I’ve been lucky enough to find three: an acrylic egg-shaped one, a glass mushroom, and a glass apple. I’m keeping my eye out for more and you can bet that if I find one it’s going up immediately in my store.

Before I ever found those, however, I made countless terrariums out of inexpensive thrifted glass containers. That’s the beauty of terrariums—they are adaptable and can be made from all sorts of things.

My first terrariums were created in thrifted fish bowls and storage jars from Ikea. The more I kept my eye out for interesting jars and things while thrifting the more I became inspired. I found all sorts of lovely glass bowls. I especially loved making them in tiny containers. Especially if they said something weird like, “Bishop’s Awards Dinner.”

I once bought a glass jar from either Crate and Barrel or CB2. I may have registered for it, actually. I don’t remember but I’ve had it for awhile. It was just sitting somewhere taking up space when I thought I know! I’ll make it into a terrarium! I get the most compliments from this terrarium.

One of my favorite terrarium bowls was a vintage thrifted find that was hand-blown with little bubbles embedded in the glass. Gorgeous.

I like to liven up the simpler terrariums by adding extras: toys. Historically some terrariums featured little figurines, especially mushrooms, as a decorative touch. The egg terrarium I bought came with a vintage mushroom and swan. I’ve seen some terrariums add dinosaurs for a whimsical prehistoric touch and it made me want to add more toys to mine.

Anthony and I collected the totally strange and inexplicably rave-themed Buddha Buddies from a vending machine in an old grocery store. Why they were ever created is a mystery but I love adding them to my terrariums. I purchased plastic sea creatures from the craft store and made one that resembled octopus in a bed of kelp. The terrarium I keep at work has a roaring hippo.

My sister bought me this good-luck cat and it was very happy in the terrarium I kept by the sink.

I used to keep all my terrariums on the counter near the fruits and vegetables. They looked really lovely and unfortunately I never took any pictures of them, so enjoy my cat amongst produce and a dismembered pomegranate along with your terrariums.

When I want to create a new terrarium I troll the Terrarium group that I moderate on Flickr for inspiration and it never lets me down. Really, any glass container has terrarium potential.

Sharing the Crafty Love

18 Aug

Before Isobel was born I indulged both my love of crafts and my love of organizing by creating closet dividers for the multitude of tiny pink garments we were receiving by the truckload. The project ended up taking up much more time and effort than I had originally planned, but I was fueled by the nesting urge and once I started there was no stopping me.

It was so much work I wanted to share the process with others who might be trying to create the same thing so that they could learn from my mistakes. You can find the tutorial here along with a handy-dandy door hanger template I made in Photoshop.

After reading the tutorial, head on over to Mommypalooza to see her back-to-school closet dividers for her two sons that share a closet. She’s used my template to create her own version and I’m happy she’s found a way to utilize the project that doesn’t involve hours and hours of cutting and laminating and cutting. Because seriously, that was a lot of work.  (That no one forced me to do.)

(Besides myself.)

(Because I was crazy.)

(And pregnant.)

(I’m not longer one of those things, by the way.)

(I’ll leave it to you to figure out which one.)

Anyway, I’ve been thinking about what do to with these when I don’t need them anymore. I put so much work into these things I can’t fathom throwing them away. I thought about selling them but let’s face it, they are used and could be sturdier. If I’m still blogging by the time I’m ready to pass these suckers down I’ll probably have a giveaway for them, so if you’ve always wanted the closet dividers without all the work, stay tuned.