Managed four that didn't totally suck, framed them as well as I could with a limited tool set, and toddled off to the gallery with my only mildly deformed babies.
Once delivered, I thought the whole thing would be over. Oho, no. I have to NAME them, as well as price them. (Trying to put a monetary value on your work is hard enough...) After spending far too much time considering Thing 1, Thing 2, Thing 3, and Thing 4; I made up some stuff and figured no one really cares anyway. Which is not actually true, but I was caught off guard, and needed to make myself feel better.
I wandered around the gallery for a while, writhing with doubts.
Three people came in and tried to buy two of my prints while they were sitting on the counter. The show itself isn't until this coming Saturday.
Maybe they don't look as bad as I think they do.