I capitulated and got my older camera ready to go. It had been so long since I used it, I had to set everything up again, like the date and time and all that. It feels comfortable, though. My muscle memory knows just how to use it.
I took pictures of my bizarre bazaar items. Nothing very fabulous, but here goes:
potholders and knitted dish cloths
wall hanging made by an online group in a swap/round robin thing (center block is made locally by a Hmong artist)
little zipper bags and two tote bags
hats: ice dyed youth and infant hats; knitted hats
more ice dyed items: a youth shirt, socks, and hair scrunchies