Clay Stories

My lump of clayTold me: "I'm cat"I said okayI'll make you thatYour head too largeYour back too flatYour legs too small Your tail too fatStill you're the best lump that I hadYou're beautiful 'cause you're my cat

Even though I don’t consider myself to be a perfectionist, I’ve learned that others hold a different view. My daughter has admonished me for it, my mother has teased me about it, and when the instructor of my clay class said there’s one in every group, all eyes turned toward me. Two things should be pointed out from the start: 1. This tendency, which I will grudgingly admit may (does) indeed exist, extends only to profess...