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Toothless

The oldest kid has a long and chequered dental history.  The braces first went on just before Christmas 2005 and have hardly been off since.  It is complicated as she is missing an adult tooth so it all about moving them to create a gap for an implanted tooth.  As I've mentioned before, there are a swathe of orthodontists funding their ex-wives through my beneficence.  Anyway, we thought the end was in sight.  Ha.  She was scheduled for an implant this week but because of her whooping cough can't have the anaesthesia.  It's been postponed to March so I will probably miss out on the trip to Brazil.  Sad face.   I am really, really, really hoping for her sake that this is the end of this tooth related madness.

My sister decided to get braces at an advanced age.  Honestly, I'd never noticed anything wrong with her teeth and the accompanying pain and pain in the arse management of what you can eat and stuff getting stuck in them made me wonder if anything was worth that hassle.   Not that I wouldn't like my own teeth to be whiter.  I did realise when I was watching Great British Bake Off how unused I was to seeing normal (that is, not brilliant white) teeth any more.  

My colleague took my photo in front of Raffles on Friday night.  "Use your teeth" she exhorted as she was trying to get a perfect snap.  The result makes my teeth look black.  Whitening toothpaste is on the shopping list.

Knees up, mother brown

My sister sent me these for Christmas.  She actually sent some other stuff too but she clearly knew how much panettone I had eaten.  I'm actually planning to take them away with me for work next week (I'm heading to Singapore for 4 days) to road test their claims.

I'm trying to stop feeling gloomy that this is the last day of the holidays and put some plans into action. I am also taking a long weekend the following week to go to a wedding in Queensland (even more hot) so I shouldn't be complaining.  Though I do not know what to wear to said wedding.  It is likely to be very hot and sticky and is being held in a paddock with a dress code of cocktail.  I am not sure what that translates to in rural queensland but I am pretty sure it means nothing tight and flats or wedge shoes.

I do try to avoid dressing like some women of my age in Australia in a uniform of white cropped pants, gold sandals, brightly coloured kaftan type top, sadly often accompanied by short spikey hair with frosted highlights, however, it is not unknown for me to be wearing some very shabby khaki shorts and holey Gap t-shirt which is not a whole lot better.

As I get older my knees look less and less attractive.  It somehow seems unseemly that they are covered in the scars of childhood and bike riding of my twenties and thirties.  (I'm not worried about my arms.  Lord knows, if Michelle Obama's arms are 100, mine are about 20 but I have never worried about wearing sleeveless things and those various excuses for cover ups like ghastly stockings for the upper arms just strike me as another thing to make you feel bad about yourself.)

The one item which smartened me up this summer - and hid my scarred knees - was a pair of black cotton pants from MEL.  MEL has a terrible web site and no on-line offering (you have to buy from their stockists).  Fortunately, one of their stockists is my very favourite clothes shop Pink Inc and I bought these pants from there.  They are kind of like leggings but in a fine cotton lawn with a tiny bit of stretch but they don't hug your calfs like leggings. Honestly, you might as well be wearing nothing at all as they are so comfy and I plan to buy another pair before they go out of stock.  I've worn them under dresses that might otherwise be a bit short and with longish tops.  I'm most frequently found wearing them lolling on the sofa reading a book.

Which still doesn't solve my wedding attire problem...