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Shop the Dew Shops
The Dew is all volunteer, but we do have some expenses. If you’re shopping anyway, you can help out by shopping with some of these merchants and the Dew will get a small commission if you make a purchase – and it won’t cost you a dime more. Just click on one of the merchant logos on this page (or any of the ads on the Dew site) and you will be connected with the merchant’s web page or online catalog.
There’s no special code you need to enter and nothing special you’ll need to dew – it will happen automatically and invisibily. Once you click through to their site, the merchant will know to give the Dew credit (even if you don’t purchase immediately – we should get credit on any purchase you make on their site for 30-90 days depending upon our agreement with the merchant).
We will be adding more merchants soon (proposals are pending) and you’ll find a complete and updated list on the Dew Shops page.
Each merchant was individually chosen for Dew readers based on preferences from our recent reader survey. Most are well known national brands. We have also included green and fair trade merchants. During the coming months, we hope to add many more Southern products.
Don’t be timid about clicking on an ad – no one makes money on the clicks and you won’t land on a porn site.
So, start dewing your shopping right here. Ask your friends and co-workers to dew so, too. And, please, give us your feedback and suggestions. If you have a bad experience with a merchant, we’ll remove them, forever. Thanks for everything you dew.
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