Owwww!

Thank you for you comments about my wedding dress-to-be. I so appreciate them. If you'd shown me that dress six months ago and said, "That is the dress you will love," I'd have told you you were nuts. I was in love with empire waisted, Jane Austen-inspired looks, totally sweet, totally modest, very simple. UTTERLY not me. And I think I've learned to stop bucking the system. I need a little bling-bling, a little contrast, a little Vegas (not too much, just a little). I'm that kind of a girl. It's the frustrated actress/singer in me, LOL.

I started our ring pillow this morning. GAST Morning Glory on Antique white linen. It shouldn't take that long. At least I don't think so, though I won't be stitching much today.


Now for the ucky part.



I am usually so careful with my teeth. Gone are my days of granola bars, candy apples, and sticky candy. One of my back teeth, though, a molar that was root-canalled five years ago, and, because of issues with having no insurance, was ignored. It was on the back burner to get fixed since my front teeth are all capped and crowned and we'd like to pay that bill down. It broke the day before Thanksgiving. The dentist patched it and said if it broke again, it had to come out. He said he didn't want to pull it the day before Thanksgiving--that would have stunk and I'm grateful.

It chipped the week between Christmas and New Years. I didn't make the appointment because it was a busy week, and there was a lot of eating yet to be done. I continued to not make the appointment through January. Because, I am ashamed to admit, my experience with the dental makeover, as much as I love my new teeth, was not as it is on TV. It's not my dentist's fault, it's not my fault, it was just a trying, "beauty is pain" old time. I don't regret it, I just am a bit too close to the memory to like going to the dentist right now.

And it bit me on the butt. Yesterday, I bit into a bagel and my tooth shattered. It didn't hurt, it was just a weird sensation of empty. I showed HTB the remains--he was appropriately grossed-out, but he treated me sweetly the rest of the evening. He's good like that.

This morning, I manned up and went and had my tooth removed. It was not an easy visit. For the first time in my life, someone called me bony, though, in this case, it was not a good thing. My tooth wouldn't come out easily. He ended up having to cut the stump in two pieces and taking it out that way. I asked him if he thought the Tooth Fairy would accept a damaged tooth. He told me I'd probably have to pay her to take it. LOL. HTB was appropriately commiserative--he told me I sounded awful with the big wad of gauze in my mouth. I hesitate to think what the people in the grocery store thought when they were trying to talk to me with my chipmunk cheek and numb face.

It's starting to feel a bit better now. I babied it a bit this afternoon, but it doesn't feel too bad. I think I'll have some tomato soup and hot chocolate, comfort food to speed the healing.