Putty in the hands of a playful God
Ah, the smell of Play-Doh. Oh, the memories of…. rolling, shaping, twisting, turning, pressing and pulling. Can’t you just smell it? What am I making? Actually, nothing. Just enjoying working the Doh, which I have replaced with the “adult” version. Putty — therapy putty, to be exact. The kind they give you “for free” when […]