Wanna win this sweet surfboard?
The contest period has ended. Thank you for all the amazing entries. Stay tuned over the next few days for the announcement of our winners!
We worked with our friends over at Carve Designs to create a one-of-a-kind T9er surfboard (shaped by Entropy) for one of you lucky ladies to win. Here’s all we’re asking – dazzle us with your creativity by telling us why YOU deserve this sweet 7′ sustainably-made ride.
Would you like to fulfill a life-long dream to catch a wave? Use it as a surf deco coffee table, or save drowning children in faraway oceans? Whatever the cause, tell us in 99 words or less by posting a comment below.
Share your words by June 1st, 2009 for a chance to win the surfboard awesomeness. Fret not, ’cause we’ll be giving away 2 prizes to the runners-up ($100 gift card + Team T9 membership).
Heads Up: Our contests are only open to Title Nine eMail subscribers. They are our way of saying thanks to our loyal customers. So if you aren’t already a subscriber you will become one by submitting your entry. Click Here to read the official rules.
The seagulls shriek the load moan squealing from their long wet beaks, the sand dunes like large mesas, with the hairlike shrubbery flowing in the wind, providing food that the hungry seagull seeks. like kings, they sit, majestically on top of their domain, from the large dunes above do they sit and watch, the lion like ocean’s foamy mane.
Surf
By: Carly Lederman
Far away, along a beach, with in the tides creeping reach, I take my first step, out in the sun, the taste of salty water dances on my tongue. The sand so warm with it’s delicate touch, the waxy hard surfboard, so hot and rough, longing to be plunged into the ocean so blue, a clear haven from the hot day and the sticky morning dew.
I have surfed before and it was literally like a dream come true. It is a refreshing sport and I would recommend it to anybody. I wrote this poem to describe how I would use this surfboard if I won it and actually I really couldn’t fit all this in 99 words so its on the next entry…
My family and I live by assateuge island but since the economy never had enough money to buy a surfboard. Back when i was 9 i was diagnosed with a disease called O.C.D. (obsessive compulsive disorder) its like what monk has on the show M.O.N.K. so over the years our family has been stressed and is in desperate need of something that we all could enjoy which is surfing.
Hey there, my name is Carly Lederman and i am 18,(my entry is on a couple of entries because it is to long) first of all i would like to start off by saying how much i love title 9. I know that i am only 18 but i love how your magazine empowers mothers and women.(the rest is on the next entry)
I don’t live in Hawaii or even near the beach. I’m a 40 year old wife and mother of 2 young boys living in the suburbs of Philadelphia. I work 40 hours a week in a cubicle. I coach the kids’ teams, fill out permission slips and pack lunches. I worry about my hair, 8 extra pounds and comforting a friend who is down. Life can get in the way of living the carefree life so often described in the Title Nine catalogs…Suzi is a mother of 4 who left her law firm to own her own yoga studio, makes her own clothes out of recycled materials and secretly likes to design wedding cakes. Don’t get me wrong – I’m not making fun. I’m jealous. Reading those bios and wearing the clothes remind me that some things are more important than others. It reminds me that we can leave 2 minutes later if it means hearing all about the frog he saw at school. It reminds me that missing that TV show is nothing compared to missing a conversation with my husband about his day. It reminds me that I’m in charge of the amount of stress in my life and I need to choose to take that deep breath. This surfboard will remind me that I’m in charge, that I don’t have to be stuck in a rut and I can go surfing any time I want to! And I will.
Surf
By: Carly Lederman
Far away, along a beach, with in the tides creeping reach, I take my first step, out in the sun, the taste of salty water dances on my tongue. The sand so warm with it’s delicate touch, the waxy hard surfboard, so hot and rough, longing to be plunged into the ocean so blue, a clear haven from the hot day and the sticky morning dew.
Surf
By: Carly Lederman
Far away, along a beach, with in the tides creeping reach, I take my first step, out in the sun, the taste of salty water dances on my tongue. The sand so warm with it’s delicate touch, the waxy hard surfboard, so hot and rough, longing to be plunged into the ocean so blue, a clear haven from the hot day and the sticky morning dew. The seagulls shriek the load moan squealing from their long wet beaks, the sand dunes like large mesas, with the hairlike shrubbery flowing in the wind, providing food that the hungry seagull seeks. like kings, they sit, majestically on top of their domain, from the large dunes above do they sit and watch, the lion like ocean’s foamy mane.
I have surfed before and it was literally like a dream come true. It is a refreshing sport and I would recommend it to anybody. I wrote this poem to describe how I would use this surfboard if I won it and actually I really couldn’t fit all this in 99 words so its on the next entry
My family and I live by assateuge island but since the economy never had enough money to buy a surfboard. Back when i was 9 i was diagnosed with a disease called O.C.D. (obsessive compulsive disorder) its like what monk has on the show M.O.N.K. so over the years our family has been stressed and is in desperate need of something that we all could enjoy which is surfing.(there is more on next entry)