Our art sale

My friends Holly and Ronna and I had our annual art sale on Saturday, and it was a blast. Ronna blogged about it, as did our friend Evlyn, and I stole a few of Ronna's photos to post here.

Richard took this picture of me, Ronna and Holly posing outside with the great signage Holly created! (Ronna's sweetie Richard took these.)

Here I am, channelling my inner "A."

We set up the show on Friday night. We have it down to a science now.

Ronna took a pic of me organizing my box of photo cards.

Here are some more of the felted wallhangings I did (quite small, about 5" x 7".) Once I take some better photos, I'm going to list in my Etsy shop the ones that didn't sell at the show. The cows I blogged about the other day both sold!

Beaker immortalized!

 Wee chickadee.

Gordon, Holly, Ronna and Richard had one last look around before the doors opened on Saturday.

Ronna made beautiful cupcakes!

Here is some of Ronna's hand-painted china.

And her folk art painting on wood, and hand-painted greeting cards!

Here's a shot of my table.

Richard and Gordon shooting the breeze.

David (Holly's hubby) and Gordon hard at work in the kitchen.

Our friends Evlyn (centre) and Barb have a look at my art.

Richard picked this one out for Ronna! I'm glad she's getting it. 

All in all, we had a great day and I'm looking forward to next year. Thanks Ronna and Holly, and everyone who came to see us!

Mouse invasion update: we were woken up at 12:30 am today by the sounds of three cats chasing a mouse around our bedroom. Gordon grunted some recognition of this fact. I switched on the light, took in the scene, then stumbled off to the bathroom. As I shuffled back to bed, Julius (immortalized in the art piece above) sauntered past me with said mouse clutched in his jaws. Putting in my ear plugs to tune out any more cat-and-mouse nonsense, I turned off the light and went back to sleep. I was wondering what had become of the mouse, until tonight, when I saw what I thought was a leaf on the carpeting upstairs. Feeling secure in the acuity of my vision, I prodded the leaf. The soggy, furry, TAILED leaf. My scream was loud enough to set Sophie off barking.

It would appear that Julius bolted down his furry snack, which then didn't quite agree with him. He regurgitated it on the carpet at some point, and I found it this evening, looking rather like an owl pellet. I picked it up with a Kleenex and flushed it down the toilet, septic system be damned!