As a dental phobic, I did not enjoy 3h in the surgery today having two very old, mercury amalgam fillings replaced in two molars - Scottish teeth, a disaster on so many fronts. It felt like I had done a 3h gym workout by the time I was finished. Perhaps the dentist felt like that as well, after keeping me relatively calm.
Textiles came to the rescue in the afternoon, with experiments involving stamping the motif from last week's trapunto roses.
Definitely worth exploring further, with different sizes perhaps?