Ouch.

On Thursday, I had my wisdom teeth pulled out.....in the dentist's chair. I had been putting it off for twenty years. In the lead up I was somewhat gung-ho having been regaled with my husband's reminiscences about when he'd had his taken out, in hospital, and how he'd been at the pub the night after swooshing his sockets out.....with beer. My logic was, that having lived through four caesarians, how bad could it be? Well, let's just say that when you have a caesarian, you don't have to taste your own blood. Afterwards, the dentist gave me my teeth in a sealed, transparent bag. Seeing all of my children were accounted for, I couldn't resist a quick turn around the shops and then I went home and put myself to bed while the anaesthetic wore off. Considerately, my husband picked up the boys from school. When they exploded into my room demanding afternoon tea, I showed them my teeth. They were horrified and rushed downstairs and made me a cup of tea and proceeded to sit on the bed patting my hair. I've left my teeth on the bedside table hoping that the tooth fairy might put in an appearance, alas, after four nights she still hasn't shown up.

I'm pleased to report that having been banned from strenuous exercise for 24 hours after my procedure, it gave me some time to actually make those chandelier shades I'd been meaning to knock up.....since back in the dark days of the school holidays:

I took my inspiration from this Tricia Guild book:

And when Tricia says that richly coloured silks and cut velvets are enlivened by black and white, I was prepared to take her word for it. So, I finally took the scissors to the Rapunzel pink shot silk of an old matron of honour skirt (Heidi and Janelle both egged me on, your honour)  and mixed it up with a black and white check, offcuts of a hot pink silk and lots of bobble braid and ta da, this was how they turned out:

Now, the only chandelier in the house undressed is the one which hangs in the kitchen above the bench....yet I'm just not entirely convinced  that it needs an injection of tizz, so I'm thinking of leaving it alone. Although, saying that the beautiful pink glass is continued in the kitchen windows and the matron of honour ensemble is the perfect match.....not only for the glass but my Kitchen Aid as well. Tempting.

Rx