Pearly whites

In common with last week's attempt at ears and fingers, this Sunday I thought that it might be time to extract teeth from my avoidance repertoire. You may have noticed my portraits tend to remain rather tight lipped about this lack of pearly whites, but now I am at last giving them free speech.

It was an interesting exercise on two counts.

1. It turns out that if you put your mind to something, then it's not actually all that difficult.

2. It's amazing what you can see when you really take the time to look.

and, it turns out that there's a 3 too...

3. Except between typing that last sentence and this I've forgotten what it was. Blame the man sitting next to me. He's playing Call of Duty and all I can hear is a monotony of "enemy spy plane approaching...." "we have their flag..." "we've lost their flag...." (He's wearing his earphones now after a subtle hint from yours truly!). Anyway, where were we? Oh yes, looking for the third point. Ah yes...

3 (again). Teeth are not actually white. With the exception perhaps of Simon Cowell and other visitors to his expensive dentist, teeth are actually a whole variety of creamy shades. Nor are they flat, but rounded and ridged.

I'm sure you all knew this, but it's just that sometimes I still become fixated on what I believe something should look like, rather that what it actually does look like.

Pop along to Sunday Sketches and take a look at what everyone else has 'seen' this week.