One of the pieces came together at a friend's kitchen table during one of our weekly crafty-time get togethers. I never considered I would be offered cash for it. I'm pretty honored and, well, flabbergasted really.
I have a complex where I see how much awesomer everyone else's art is and therefore that makes mine worthless. It's obviously not true, and that's a really neat possibility for me. Here are the pieces I sold, it was sorta weird to send them away from me, knowing I'd never see them again. But I'm resolved that most of the money I can make selling art will go into Rosie's college fund and our retirement, so the sting is lessened.