#MYFIRSTTIME May Winners!

As you may have heard, Crazy Creek turns 30 this Summer! That’s right, the big 3-0! To celebrate, we’re collecting all your first Crazy Creek stories and giving away our Retro chair while we’re at it! The original chair from the beginning!1020-100 Retro_PurpleTeal

This month’s winners are Helen Clark and Valerie Ann! Read on for their first Crazy Creek times…

@helenchristine: It was in a canoe on Lonesome Lake in New Hampshire 2012. I had never seen one before, and our trip leader brought it with him. We had an odd number of people, so one person had to sit in the “princess seat” in the middle of the canoe. The crazy creek truly made the princess seat a treat!

 

@palerie_blammond: The Tragic Story of My First Crazy Creek #myfirsttime :
Years ago my boyfriend, John, lived in a beautiful old house in Charleston, SC right on the corner of a buzzing, popular street. After dating for quite some time, we decided to move in together. I packed up my things and moved into the charming house on the busy corner. While unpacking it became clear that a yard sale was imperative. So, we piled up our unwanted belongings, posted some signs, and stirred up some lemonade- the yard sale was a go. After some hours of haggling, we were not profiting, nor purging as much as we had hoped. So, in order to find more things to make $$$ on, John started rummaging through what he perceived to be piles of junk still inside the house. I had taken a little break. A few minutes later, I walked outside just in time to watch John sell my bright blue Crazy Creek from the sidewalk to an unknown man in a white pick up truck stopped at the corner through his rolled down window for $5! HE SOLD MY CRAZY CREEK LIKE IT WAS A BURGER AT A DRIVE-THRU! I immediately started for the truck hollerin’; “MY CRAZY CREEK! THATS MY CREEK! NOT FOR SALE!” Unfortunately, the transaction had already been completed and the man in the white truck drove quickly off into the hot summer glare. He had apparently yelled at John from his idle truck (This part is better if you yell the following phrase in a hyperbolic southern accent.) “HOW MUCH FOR THE CRAZY CREEK?” And just like that, my creek was gone. Luckily, my best friends in the world, who also have, and religiously use, Crazy Creeks, surprised me at work a few weeks later with a brand new hunter green Crazy Creek.
John and I are still together and v much in love. He is apologetic for the incident and reverent of my feelings for a good Crazy Creek, although, he does not yet have his own creek and often says “man, a Crazy Creek would be handy right now”. Which is of course met w a hardy eye roll from yours truly. But best off all, my awesome new hunter green Crazy Creek is chock full of love, friendship, and a memory that brings laughter to the folks who mean the most to me. Out w the old, in w the new.

Got a story to tell? Share with us on Instagram, tagging @crazycreek and using #MYFIRSTTIME! We’ll pick two winners at the end of every month! Happy Crazy Creeking y’all 🙂

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