Ding Dong the Dough is Dead

As a wee one (and into my awkward middling stages), I played with sculpey clay.  For hours.  In the basement.  Even on bright summer days when I should have been frolicking in the sun.  I’d sit in my lair, molding bizarre little people with spaghetti looking legs, unidentifiable creatures or the deep, and even took [...]

Read Full Post »