Bad stuff
I had to have a tooth out yesterday - and I don't have that many to spare. I was eating toast on Saturday morning when I heard a crack, and one of my few remaining, much patched molars became painful and wobbly. It turned out that the root had broken, so it was goodbye tooth. In the words of Pam Ayres, 'I wish I'd looked after me teeth'.
Good stuff
My lovely Welsh dentist told me to go home and put my feet up. I didn't need to be told twice - and so I have finished my first Karen Ruane block. Maybe. It may get extras when I come to join it to its brothers and sisters. (I should point out this is straight out of the embroidery hoop and it needs blocking to make it look better.)
I like some bits better than others - although I like the look of the cutwork, I wish I'd made it smaller, but that isn't really something you can unpick.Now on to block two. I wonder how long I can spin out this 'I've got to sit down, the dentist told me to'?
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