Backwards.. before there is today🧑

Hello, my name is "Ahmi," a modern-day boy from him who is not very far away... ⛰️☁️ Because the car's only been in town for 15 or 20 minutes. 🏍️💨👩‍🌾😂

Retrospecting back to when we remembered it, there were lumps of raw clay on this table and all these devices. 🧱🖌️

As a child, we used to wonder why mothers had to sit with these clay clods for days, massage them and massage them again, and then mold them to the pain of their hands. When they were finished, they had to put them in the sun and then they had to scrub them one by one, and then as a child, honestly, 😅 I admit that we were very tired of scrub them one by one, but with the little scrub, we had to do it 😂...

But when I came to understand that my almost 30 years of living with these artworks was really loving and heartfelt. ✨💕

✨ cut the picture about the work 😂..

The berry clay on this veteran wooden table is the key toy that my mother used to mold dreams and send us and our students to the end with these little crafts. 🎓

From a simple lump of clay that day. Today, ready to travel to serve as:

👉🏻 The tiny whistle necklace has a clear sound.

👉🏻 Miniature Earrings (Sterling Silver Stem)

👉🏻 Or a big table doll.

👉🏻 There's a cloth job. Tribal cloth pattern. Handmade bracelet.

(For gradually posting pictures, there are a lot of variations)

Every fingerprint on the clay was the intention that your mother created it with a real love and care for craft. ❤️

📍 Stop by to comment, greet or encourage your mother. 📩

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