Clay.

And now, a little break from our usual preferred art medium of Fiber. Please indulge me while I brag just a teeny tiny bit on my middle, 10-year-old daughter. As I've shared here before, she's dyslexic. She's also a near-black-belt in karate, incredibly kind and funny, and an accomplished puppeteer (her occasional puppet shows at school have blossomed into highly-anticipated weekly events for all grade levels).

But the thing that really freaks us out is the clay. A year or so ago, she started disappearing into her room and emerging with little things like Earl & Cece:

(BTW, that's a loincloth. My daughter is very modest.)
Here's Flower Child:

Pinhead:

And Pinkeye:

And when I say "little," I'm not kiddin'. Each of these "clay guys," as she calls them, is about 1 - 2 inches tall. Here's her newest one - Rasta Guy Knitting in a Canoe. She wanted me to take the picture next to some bananas, and "pretend he's singing 'Day-oh.'" But Brent's camera is in the shop, and I had to go outside to get this measly picture. If only you could see the detail:

I think that Rasta Guy, who is knitting with toothpicks, is intended to make me feel better about her chosen medium-du-jour. Can you imagine what this kid could be doing with yarn? Here is her take on Global Warming:

- Shelley
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