Back from the auction

So, I'm back from the auction. All of my stuff sold, which is a relief. Minor bidding wars always make me happy. And, various people fawning all over the stuff I made doesn't hurt either. I listed the 10 vintage map tags at $5 and that's what they sold for.

These generated a fair amount of interest of Facebook, so we'll see if the interested parties still want me to make more sets next week.

The bidding war was on my set of 8 greeting cards. The cards were funny, because when I went to pick out 8 tonight, I didn't pick any that I'd actually made *this* week. After all of the dragging out of the paper and the putting away of and the dragging back out of, I went with cards I already had on hand. . At least they were a big hit. :-) I think the bidding ended at $17.

I think 1 of the t-shirt bags went for $10 and the other two went for $6 each, so that's good. At least with Unitarians, I didn't have to explain what a cloth bag was or why one might want to use one.

I finally got to see my friend (who got fired because she missed a few days in order to have a miscarriage.) She wants to come down to the cottage with me to do a project, she asked in e-mail and then again tonight in person, so I need to set that up on the sly Monday morning. If I go through the many layers of org chart, it'll be weeks, and she needs something to work on now, so I'll fix it so we can just show up and plant whatever I can bring. Working in the dirt is good. And giggling.

Also, the girl who go the kidney and liver transplant is back, so we talked for quite a while tonight. That's a long road to recovery, but she is doing well. She wound up having to go to NYC for the transplants because the Texas hospital fucked her over . TX wouldn't give her a liver and NY said "If you don't get a liver in the next few weeks, you will die." So, she and her Mom packed up and moved to Manhattan to wait. She got the transplants in early December. From a 17 year old kid in Brooklyn. He was from the Dominican Republic. He got shot in the head. He wasn't the intended target, but was in the crowd, and his family made the decision to take him off of life support after a week or so, and she got the transplants. Too much to wrap my head around at once. We talked for a long time. Her metal allergy is so bad, she can only eat with plastic utensils.

We also giggled. One of the auction items tonight was a "Bag of plagues." Yes, a bag with miniature plagues in it. We thought that was hilarious. She took a picture of it with her phone and e-mailed me (Luddite with the no data plan), but it hasn't shown up, or else I'd post it for you.

As I was leaving, another friend (who bought the green bag) laughed and pointed at me. I was carrying a plate of whoopie pies. She finally contained herself enough to ask what the hell I was doing buying baked goods, since I am Queen Baker. She thought that was hilarious. I told her I was aware of the silliness of the situation, but it was chocolate. I think I bid on everything that contained chocolate tonight. ::shrugs:: I'm not from New England, so I've never had Whoopied Pies, let alone made any. Also, did I mention they were chocolate? ;-)

Oh, and the filmmaker was so bummed I wasn't hosting another cocktail party, he consoled himself by buying a Russian glass sword filled with Cognac. Did I mention we get some interesting things at our auctions?!