Feeling a bit of panic

That's how my British friend, Elizabeth, would say it, understated to the point of hilarity. I don't have quite the British knack for expressing that I'm just a wee bit full of panic this morning attitude with wit and charm.

I spent all day putting together a cyber sale yesterday and thought I was offering some great items that people would really be interested in purchasing -- especially the people who are my friends and family because I was thinking they would see the value in my super cool things, certainly! But after about eighteen hours, I guess, not one person had inquired about making a purchase from my little cyber sale at http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=195017&id=364775722055&ref=mf#!/album.php?aid=195017&id=364775722055&ref=mf

I've been feeling a wee bit embarrassed for putting My Favorite Things in a sale. Sometimes I feel the panic of "What Will My Friends Think of Me?" I didn't think of myself as a charity seeker. I felt more like I was having a virtual garage sale without the garage. But I woke up at 6:30 a.m. this morning and haven't been able to get back to sleep. I'm feeling something like a homeless person standing at the expressway on ramp with a sign that says "Will Work For Food!"

I feel just a wee bit unseemly and also afraid that I may not sell anything.

But I take consolation in knowing that I am not the only one who is in this boat in this economy.

The one person who wrote me back immediately when I sent out e-mails notifying friends of my cyber sale was a downsized New York Times staffer who I met through the blogosphere. Great guy, extremely talented. I thought things were a little better for him and I thought he might be interested in my outsider art.

He wrote back to say he would take a look. But he is in exactly the same boat. He and his family have been selling off possessions on E-bay.