One thing at a time.

Getting into the country reminded me about doing one thing at a time and I have diligently stuck to it all week. What a difference it makes to my sense of calm. I learned that lesson last year but in our hyper stimulated world it is easy to slip back to old habits.

I have had some rather uncomfortable dental work done in anticipation of receiving an implant to overcome 'galloping molars'. Sounds hilarious but the impact of such wayward teeth is  that the gap is allowing one back molar to turn horizontal and the opposite upper molar keeps coming down to meet the other. I bite my inner cheek frequently as a result so I am taking action to repair and improve the bite. In my usual gung ho way I understood the process theoretically but the actual implementation was a lot more than I bargained for.  I am now wearing a constant wad of wax over a protruding bolt to protect the inner cheek from laceration and ulceration and I needed stitches to pull the shrunken tissue up. It all just hurts a bit even five days later. One advantage is the subsequent swelling reduced a wrinkle round my mouth. I wonder if they could take the fat from my tummy and insert into my face? Voila no wrinkles! It would probably hurt like hell. I just have to love the face I've got. 

Loving my new very short hair and have decided to grow out the red colour at the front and go totally natural. At least that is easy care. I have been known to not brush my hair all day sometimes. It certainly never gets in my eyes!

Last night I finally finished a face I had been painting and feel pretty good about. I also did some more work on the pears that I started last Thursday in watercolour class.  They looked simple but they aren't as it turns out. Watercolours are so tricky but I do love the medium. The pears are looking quite okay

(from a long way away!).  My usual art class was cancelled so I decided to paint at home instead.  I was so engrossed I lost track of time.