i have this little slide on the windowsill of my kitchen, rescued from S.C.R.A.P from a slew of slides. this one stuck out to me, and today when i look at it i think of my tooth being pulled and what the dentists may have seen down my gullet.
i had a terrible day today of surprise oral surgery. ow! they pulled one of my wisdom teeth~ why do they have wisdom anyway?
sympathy is welcome;) i never understood why people thought going to the dentist was traumatic… now, i do. just call me chipmunk cheeks. i should do a self-portrait.
p.s. thank you all for your kind words of support below and getting what i mean about the art dilemmas, and for missing me! xoxo