Discovering Polymer Clay

Discovering Polymer Clay

My son calls me a Renaissance woman because I get myself into all sorts of pursuits, explorations, and “I wanna try it!” phases. I’m sure he remembers me revving up our jigsaw as I constructed the wall panels in our old bathroom. Of course, he was my guinea pig for my Italian and Japanese cooking. He also saw me put on hiker boots and a 50-lb backpack after I got tired of charcoal sketching.

When I moved to the US, I made sure I kept him posted on my endeavors into freelance writing, handmade journals, and bead jewelry. Our latest conversations were about my stock photography sales and polymer clay techniques.

Yesterday, I showed him these photos of my new creations — stuff I never thought I could make with “My Mother’s Hands“:

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