It is fun to imagine being young and fresh enough to wear such pretty clothes. I am not feeling particularly young OR fresh these days -- exhaustion from the gear-up for last week's auction is finally hitting. On Friday night after all the hubbub, I found actual little fine wrinkles under my eyes that I double-dog-swear weren't there before. Bastards.
(And, for the record, flipping between Project Runway and the last presidential debate makes it much easier to not shout obsenities at the television set. "Health of the mother" in air quotes?! What frockin' planet is this guy from?)
I am, however, Taking Steps toward rejuvenation. This morning after Garrick's bus left I did my back stretches and floor core work, and then threw caution entirely to the wind and rode my bike to work. Tonight I may even get to sleep before midnight. Baby steps, people.
So, the AUCTION! Went great. We had over 30 auction items ranging in value from $20 to $3,000, all donated, and ALL OF THEM SOLD (my #1 nightmare was that I'd have leftover stuff and have to come up with an ethical way of utilizing it). Between the $10 admission fee (which I'm going to rethink for future events -- I think it was off-putting for some folks), the raffle baskets, and the auction items, we raised $3,166, which is phenomenal -- I was hoping for $2,000. An additional $350 direct contribution got added on by one attendee (a PKD patient and transplant recipient herself) which brought our total event haul is $3,516 and total annual take to $9,654. My secret dream goal was $10,000, so I could not be more pleased. (Well, I could be a little more pleased. Like, $346 more pleased. But really, we're about $1,000 ahead of last year's results, so I will shut my pie-hole and be delighted, which I am.)
The food was really quite yummy, and we
L to R: pistachio petits-fours (red dish), crispy spiced crackers (in mug), lemon tartlets, raspberry vacherins, cheddar-pecan gougeres, butter cookies, s'mores squares.
I wish they looked slightly less like eyeballs, but they were delicious.
Pulled out my blowtorch for these babies.
I could eat gougeres all day and all night. GIMMEE.
It must be said that if you are going to have a silent auction and
I was so looking forward to an empty calendar between now and the holidays, but I've been foiled. Garrick came home from school last week with big plans for a yard sale, proceeds of which would benefit PKD. How could I possibly tell him no? So, this Saturday we're having a yard sale. (If you sweet local bloggy friends have stuff you're planning to bring to Goodwill, I'd be happy to take it off your hands and try to yard-sell it instead.) But that will be IT -- the final fundraising activity of 2008. Can I get an AMEN?!