It's confession time.
I have a bit of a hang-up about clay. Maybe even a big one.
It's the texture. And the mess. Which is kinda crazy when you consider that I have absolutely no hang up about any other art messes. Paint? Bring it on! Shaving cream? Let's squirt it all over!
But clay? Ugh. I don't even want to think about it.
Maia, on the other hand, LOVES clay. Loves the texture and the mess. So I'm trying hard to get over my clay thing. Trying to at least make it available more and to not worry about the mud in my house.