Day Two: The Case of the Hard Cheese*

The story behind the title is at the end of the post.

I went back to the room after the first day of class with something not only stitched, but finish-finished!!!!

I had done most of the stitching prior to class, but we did the twelve eyelets in the morning, and put it together in the afternoon.

That sounds so simple, but let me tell you, I used things I've never used to make this happen. One of the goodies in the goody box was a pretty lethal looking awl--Baby Girl mentioned that you could use it as a weapon if necessary--and we used that to set up the stitching part. And then we used a hole punch in the assembly process. 

It's also nothing short of amazing that I did this in class. If you've followed this blog for any length of time, you know I don't stitch much in class, and I require an almost Zen-like environment and great expanses of time to do any finishing. The fact that I did both is a testament to both Betsy's teaching skills (laid back and nonjudgmental) and the whole atmosphere at Salty Yarns.

I was very, very happy at the end of the class day.

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And now to today's mishap.

I had gone down to the lobby for breakfast and had my Frosted Flakes. Then I thought that perhaps I needed a little more protein than the milk in the cereal to start the day .

Baby Girl and I always bring snacks and stuff, so I decided to have a little piece of cheese. Despite the title, it wasn't hard cheese--it was a little chunk of sharp Cheddar.

Quite unexpectedly, I found something rock-like in my mouth. What in the world?  So as delicately and in as lady-like manner as possible, I fished it out--and it was part of a tooth. I had broken a tooth off from bottom to gum.

Granted, it was one of those teeth that was more filling than tooth (the result of a childhood without fluoridation), but it was quite surprising.

Even more surprising is that I haven't had a twinge.

I just have to remember not to grin at anyone until it gets fixed.

Which, based on my dentist's schedule, won't be until July, unless there is a cancellation between now and then.

Just call me Snaggle Tooth.