Greatest love story contest

Dransfield Jewelers has a got a fun, Richmond-y contest in the works.

Well, this is cute.

Dransfield Jewelers has a got a fun, Richmond-y contest in the works.

From their facebook page:

To all of our happy couples; tell us your love story!

Email your story to us at for a chance to be featured in our downtown window display and a $100 gift certificate to our store!

Send us photos, a story of how you met, how you got engaged, how you got married, a poem, a song- whatever you can think of that describes best why you are the greatest love story in Richmond, Virginia.

At the end of June, Dransfield Jewelers’ Designers will choose the best Love Story and create a custom window display centered around that couple’s story to be seen by all of Downtown Richmond for an entire month!

We will have a grand unveiling at Shockoe Wide Open’s 2nd Friday Art Walk, July 9th

We will be accepting entries up until July 1st- Good Luck!!

We all know that Richmond provides a great backdrop for falling in love. Go ahead, share your story!

  • error

    Report an error

Valerie Catrow

Valerie Catrow is editor of RVAFamily, mother to a mop-topped first grader, and always really excited to go to bed.

Notice: Comments that are not conducive to an interesting and thoughtful conversation may be removed at the editor’s discretion.

  1. Tim on said:

    Ours is a fairly typical tale.

    I was the rebellious scion of a doting millionaire. My father insisted I enjoy the carefree lifestyle he had always been denied. LA grew up in a cloistered house where her only carefree moments involved dancing with her mother and bespectacled sister while her father ran the local convenience store.

    Engaged to be married against her will, she was granted a trip to Europe as a final, albeit temporary, reprieve. We met in Switzerland and madness ensued. She tasted liquor for the first time. I pretended to have ravished her in her drunken stupor…..oh, how we laughed at that particular ruse! Whenever she strayed too far from my presence, I lured her back with the plangent strains of my miniature lute/Indian banjo.

    Eventually, she returned home to marry the philandering lout her parents had chosen. Determined to stop the wedding, I arrived uninvited. At first my presence was unwelcome but then I won her father over by defending him in a one on seven stick fight. Still unaware of his acquiescence to our marriage, I trudged off despondent, to board my train. Imagine my surprise when I saw her running triumphantly to meet me! The melody that had so often rung from my miniature lute/Indian banjo seemed to swell from the very heavens!

Leave a comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked with an asterisk (*).

Or report an error instead