Clay Fingerprints, Popsicle drips and Muddy Paw Prints
For over two months I have been sitting at my work table slaving away in clay, making art prototypes for the Chinese, babysitting grandchildren and the neighbor’s puppy. I have gotten red clay fingerprints on every surface, the kids have dropped popsicles all over the place, gone through my crafting closet and my art supplies and spread them everywhere, filled the garden with so many popped water balloons that it looks like confetti and the dogs have jumped in and out of the pool and dug in the... Sign in to see full entry.