I have spent many years in a dental chair. So many in fact I get a bit of anxiety before even getting my teeth cleaned for fear they will tell me something major will have to be done. I am almost 44 and still have four baby teeth in my mouth. At some point something major will have to be done.
Our task was to not only create our monster through drawing but we were to name it, describe its hobbies, biggest pet peeve, favourite foods and personality. Soooo, let me introduce to you my monster, Cindy. When I was really young I wished my name was Cindy. I have no clue why given I am no more a Cindy than I am a Kathy. The blue hair represents the helmet I had to wear and the flower the cup on my chin. The Frankenstein bolts are what holds my teeth in place. The two teeth represent many years with hardly any teeth. Throughout it all I learned to laugh. It was only recently that I realized how much I carried with me about that time. It turned out my genes are strong. When my son had to wear the same chin-gear and my daughter had to have a whole ton of teeth pulled I cried when the dentist told them of their plight. I surprised myself with the tears. I never thought I would have that reaction. I did though. I suppose it was fear of them having to look like the outcast I felt I looked like.
Her name is Cindy the Monster
To see Ginger of Red Pear Creative's post click here: http://redpearcreative.blogspot.ca/2014/10/monsters.html
To see Violette's post click here: http://www.violette.ca/crazy-like-a-fox-the-monster-in-me/