A Fortnight of Carnage

It's been two weeks!

Holy Cow.  How'd that happen?

I could tell you.

But,

then, I'd have to kill ya.

No.  That's not quite right.

You'd want to kill me.

No one really likes to hear

about another person's ailments.

And believe you me,

I could drone on

and on

and on.

You wouldn't like it.

It all started with an innocent enough

root canal.

Yup.

The dreaded word.

r-o-o-t  

c-a-n-a-l

They aren't so bad.

I've had a few.

But this one-

Well, it left me looking like this:

Yeah.

Really.

Suffice it to say,

It wasn't pretty.

or

interesting.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......

But I got caught up on my Etsy shop.

Watched my tomatoes grow.

Made some fun jewelry

Recreated some vintage jewelry.

Asked a lot of questions following statements from the dentist

like this one:

Dentist:  No.  You cannot drink an entire bottle of whiskey before the procedure.

Me:  Why Not?

I took fine art

and turned it into

campy earrings.

Does doing this make my jewelry

"fine art?"

...No.

I didn't think so.

I saw this!

I cried at the end.

For a lot of reasons.

It was sad.

And my Advil wore off.

And I made these.

The earrings are called

"It's Raining Men."

Do you remember that song.

Here it is if you don't.

CLICK here.

It makes me smile.

I like it better than

Rene Magritte's title

Golgotha.

My daughter says she thinks the song is creepy.

"Think of the carnage," she says.

I watched the video.

It is kind of creepy.

She's right!!

But

it still makes me smile.

:o)

Magritte.

He had no idea

what he hath wrought.