Hosting my FIRST official Mug Swap!!!

The rules are simple...

1. Sign up using the below form. Click on the link below to be taken to the form! Open to everyone. International folks included.

2. Sign ups close September 10th and you will receive your partner by the 12th at the very latest. if numbers are un-even I will open for a couple more days!

3. Spend 1-2 weeks chatting with your buddy, getting to know them.

4. Send out a mug to them BY September 30th. The MAX you should spend on the mug is $15. If your buddy is international, then reduce that to $10 MAX to for shipping purposes.

5. I'd love to see your mugs when you get them. Use the hashtag #mamagraymugswap2014 (because apparently mug swapping is a thing and its already got a handful of taken hashtags!)

6. Share it! Make sure to tell your friends about the swap on twitter and IG. I don't twitter, but have at it!

Bear with me.
This is my FIRST EVER swap I'm hosting.
BUT, I will continue it yearly.

I'm hosting this swap as a fun way for people to connect and have fun swapping a mug. However, I can't be held responsible for your partners actions. I like to believe everyone will be fair and only sign up if they intend to swap a mug, but there is always an off chance that someone is dishonest. If you haven't heard from your partner or do not receive a mug, please email me to let me know (lindsaygray7@gmail.com) and I will do the best I can to figure it out!

PLEASE CLICK HERE TO SIGN UP!

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