The top image which I can't be bothered writing underneath because I'm lucky I got this far without a meltdown is mine from the White Elephant sale. Handpainted gold on a bisque finish but I'd say a Chinese knock-off since there are no markings but really nice and I fell for it as soon as I saw it.
And here we have Mother who came out to supervise the selling while having lunch. Her head was getting a bit sunburnt so I plonked a black straw hat on it and she ended up looking like Darth Mother. She threatened me if I dared put it on the blog. You can see by the blue sky what a fantastic day it was and even though we only had about 25 people buying, the total for the day was $438 but another $150 was due from the staff so we did rather well. Nothing was priced higher than $10, mostly $1 to $5 so I'm at a loss at how I managed to spend $60. 8 pairs of sunglasses for my sister and she still hasn't rung to say she liked them or sent me the $20. Numerous kitchen (new) odments for the happy couple who still haven't found a bloody place to live yet. Nobody wanted the cookbooks and 2 were right for me and 2 for River's kitchen. Sending soon River, promise. I really wanted to give you the little book of muffins and slices but it was too, too delicious to let go. I'll probably never bake them but just looking is sometimes enough.
Firefox is still bamboozling me but is giving Antikva hours of hilarity at my incompetency despite her week long migraine probably caused by my pathetic emails. The only thing I like is the row of little orange cats as icons, cheery, while I sob about the other stuff. If I could just figure out how to get google images I'll be happy and importing bookmarks went well except I'm not used to everything being in alphabetical order. I don't do the alphabet very well, tend to get lost around m or n.
I see there's quite a few comments on the last post so I guess that Lord Rochester has been composing more of his memoirs.
River, I feel so guilty about that muffin book. If only you baked and delivered by mail, I'd send it immediately but then I'd feel terrible that our Kath would miss out on the chocolate ones. Sometimes I wish I was a cold hearted bitch, it would make life so much easier.