Hickleby Mickleby

Mish mashing the mind's thoughts together to result in this blog.
I've got a wisdom tooth that grows sideways impacted in all it's glory, wanting to cut into my cheeks, I look like a half-puffed M&M face and have for three days now. Luckily, a good dentist labeled an "Anxiety Free Dentist" has a vacancy for me tomorrow. I've got a notion that I'm in for a treat, and the reason why I suspect, is that the receptionist was uncommonly nice and gave great customer service. Did you know that at some dentists like my daughters they have dvd players and tv screens that kid's can watch while getting treatments? This is a bonus for technology.

Did you know that they use cloth in repairing hernias? I did not know that until today! My concern though, is that I question the long term integrity of cloth in the human body. It would seem that the body would almost biodegrade the cloth over time...or worse cause the cloth to absorb so much body goo that there would be a very noticeable grotesque stench from within!

So....I guess that makes life a tapestry then doesn't it? And speaking of tapestries.... I wish I could make my thoughts into thread. I want to weave thoughts into tangible and graspable existence. I want to see all the vintage scenes pop out into touchable objects. I picture lots of Arts and Crafts era-objects/ Industrial Revolution/ Edwardian/ Art Nouveau styles...they are always like backdrops to more modern matters. But I would like to mesh them and create a lifestyle of them so that I am not just some howdy-doody plains-dwelling girl living in a shoebox apartment and waiting on dreams. In my tapestry I could have my own creations and other people's creations always around, surrounding everyday life with art.

It would look and feel and smell like all of this: clean and intoxicating absinthy and orangy, worn cotton white hanes t-shirts, vanilla bean and coffee....lipstick of all sorts, salty from the seas, old from time and good craftsmanship, classic but divinely unique, a double hammock for my girl and I to lay and dream and talk...a canoe for my husband and I to row ourselves to some peace...and all relationships old and new, repaired and rejuvenated...fresh starts for things that never stood a chance in their time, that my crazy horse hair would lay flat for a day, for that sinking anxiety to just melt away and that I could be reminded of having a light heart....to see more concerts and write all the time, to make good on everything I say I will do or not do again.