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What to get for everyone on your gift list

Wondering what to get for everyone on your gift list? Here are my very self-indulgent recommendations, based upon my appreciation for the hay-buying power of FarmWife's entrepreneurial efforts:

1) A custom poem from www.commissionedpoetry.com. All income from orders placed between November 1st and Dec. 31st will be shared 50/50 with Save Your Ass Longears Rescue (their regular cut is 10%). $10 for a personalized poem and $20 for a poem set in a printable 8x10 decorative image. Satisfaction guaranteed. FarmWife writes these mostly on her own these days, though I help her a little here and there when she can't come up with just the right word.

2) A copy of In the Morning, a picture book from Fairy Rabbit Press. This collaboration between FarmWife and Welsh painter Alison Fennell is sure to delight readers of all ages. In the Morning will be available online and through select Washington state retailers by mid-November; pre-order your copy now for guaranteed delivery (and mention Brays of our Lives if you'd like an autographed copy)! More information available at www.fairyrabbit.com.

3) Something from one of my very kind sponsors! I love Janie at Chimacum Tack, Rebecca at Blocky Dogs, and Sue at Sue's Art (a mule a day)! Check them out via my sidebar . . . you'll love them too. While it's too late to guarantee Christmas delivery of a custom Blocky Dog collar, they're worth waiting for. I know I'm enjoying waiting for mine!

4) Ear Gear! We've got a couple of bumper magnets and stickers left (see the merchandise tab above) and my cafepress store is just bursting with muleness. I hear the "Fenway's Hay Fund" t-shirt is the hot "Gift for Him" this holiday season, and who doesn't love hydrating with a Fenway Bartholomule Sigg water bottle?


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  1. AnonymousOctober 26, 2010 at 8:14 PM

    I was curious if you, Fenway, had seen this yet; http://www.bendbulletin.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20100409/NEWS0107/906080305

    He is one handsome mule, of course not has handsome as you!

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  2. Marnie JacksonOctober 27, 2010 at 4:08 PM

    Anon, Porter was a wonderful recent discovery . . . his facebook page is nearly as interesting as mine!

    Thanks for the fun article, and ears to you!

    FB

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