Here I was, feeling a little blue, because I didn’t get to take as much as I wanted at the recent Michael’s sale on clay. Budget concerns and all that. Combine that with work being horridly behind and just a little overwhelming at this moment. And of course my desk looks like the universe collapsed on it… little blobs of clay EVERYWHERE.
Somewhere in the self-pity moment I started squishing the blobs. A while later – and serious muscle use – I have TONS of new clay.
OK not tons but 10 pounds. Seriously. It looks so much more usable now and my desk (and mental space) has a little more breathing room.