Last week, while working diligently on my over seventy jewelry pieces, I crafted five new stamps to add to my collection of personal tools to add texture and pattern to some of my wheel thrown projects.
Despite knowing better, I left my clay stamps drying at the foot of my fireplace while I was at the studio yesterday. I forgot to pick them up, even though I would not have expected my ever curious pit bull to do anything more than sniff them and inspect the quality of my craftsmanship.
It was only when I watched her "eliminating" slate grey stools that I realized I was wrong. When I came in the house from our outdoor adventure, I found all of my new stamps were gone.
Oh well. Back to the drawing board.