Remember my Ride for Roswell? Oh, that little 20-mile bike ride for cancer research fundraising? The ride for which I trained with a shaky first ride and with a few rides full of panache and cycle style?
For which I ate like a beast (sometimes during the actual bike rides)?
And which, of course, I rode with the coolest people on earth–my sisters and friends, not to mention all 8,000 other awesome Ride for Roswell participants?
Yes, well… All of that happened almost a month ago and I have been shamelessly neglectful in holding the Ride for Roswell Skirt Giveaway, due to some circumstances within my control (too much household craziness, chasing down some post-ride donations and pledges) and some outside of it (family issues, work craziness, flight delays, etc).
But no more!
I decided to go about this in a thoroughly unscientific way because math hurts my head on a Sunday night (as for the flash, the camera manual for my new DSLR also hurts my head on a Sunday, hence the glare–I’ll learn soon, I promise). Each donor was allocated a number, which was entered once for every five dollars they donated:
The numbers were folded up into itty bitty little squares and tossed in a most appropriate vessel–my scratched saucepan:
Wherein they were tossed and shaken all about:
Then stirred for good measure:
Before a winning number was pulled out:
Under the watchful eye of Umbi, who was monitoring proceedings for fairness and procedural propriety:
And the winner is…. Kendra!
Congratulations to the lovely Kendra! I’ll be getting in touch to get measurements and ask for color/print preferences, etcetera.
I would also like to thank EVERYONE who donated and everyone who wished me well or even gave me and my silly team a thought on Ride for Roswell day. We couldn’t have done this without you and I can’t wait to do it again next year–33 miles, here I come!