When I was about six years old, my mother came back from a trip to the mid-west—what she was doing there, I don’t remember. However, while she was there, she visited a local craft store. There she was introduced to polymer clay in the form of beads. She brought some clay home for us to experiment. While we sat at the kitchen table, I listened to her talk about these amazing beads she saw and how they were made from the packs of clay that sat before me. Keep in mind, this was in the day before we had cell phones and easy ways to take pictures, so she had to explain them to me from memory. As she described all the beads she saw, I opened the packages of clay and began to knead some small pieces in my hands. I had no clue what I was doing and the only real experience I had with “clay” was Play-Doh at this point in my young life. Her stories continued to flow as I played with the clay. As the clay got softer, I would work with another color to the same consistency. By this point, she was telling me about these beautiful blue and pearl swirled beads that were separated by small gold spacer beads and were strung into a necklace. As she finished this part of her story, I remember holding up the clay I had been working on and said, “You mean like this?” She was astounded! I had been able to recreate those marbled beads she was memorized by in the store without even seeing them myself. I think it was probably that moment when her polymer clay obsession took flight.