Clay and poop
A note flashed up on the screen saying I had a request for a custom order on Etsy. I sighed and determined that I probably could do the order but really didn't want to do that many ornaments on top of an ornament class. I walked out to the garage and rolled out a small slab of white clay and cut two stars. The requested word just barely fit with my Stymie Light 36pt vintage letterpress. As I began to smooth out the edges, the small space around my chair became crowded with the three Puckett men wanting to know what I was up to, the youngest of which began crying to be held. "Wash your hands. Pick me up." I left the edges of the two stars rough and went inside to email the customer back, letting her know that I wasn't able to fill her request and looked up a couple potters on Etsy who might be able to give her what she wanted.