Air Dry Clay

What started as a simple clay structure became a symbol of warmth and memory. I added wreaths, painted stained glass, and soft edges to make it feel lived-in—like a small chapel glowing at dusk.

My first attempt at air dry clay… and it shows (in the best way). A little lumpy, a little lopsided, but full of charm. Sometimes the joy is in not knowing exactly how it’ll turn out.

The second pumpkin came with more confidence—and a crooked grin to match. Its uneven texture and expressive face turned out exactly how fall should feel: cozy, imperfect, and a little mischievous.

This little ghost was meant to look spooky, but somewhere along the way it started looking like it just let out a tiny fart and surprised itself—pumpkin included. The result? Pure accidental comedy in clay form, and a good reminder that not every project needs to be serious to be successful.

This one dried with cracks and creases that made it look ancient—like it’s been haunting for centuries. I could have sanded them out, but I loved the texture too much... Then it crumbled.

The last ghost might be my favorite—painted with a grin that can’t help but make you smile. It’s the kind of spirit that feels less spooky and more like it’s here to keep you company.