My fascination with clay started early in my adult life. As a college freshman, I signed up for a beginning pottery class. Being the stubborn and independent sort…I balked when the instructor told all of the girls they’d have to cut their fingernails. I ended up transferring to another class which has long since been forgotten. That was almost the end of the story. But clay continued to draw me.  For many years, it was just an appreciation of the art but soon developed into a compulsion to collect pottery. Then a few years ago, I attended Clay Day at the Folk Art Center in Asheville and things changed. That day I decided to take a beginning pottery class at the local community college. I struggled. And struggled. But, again…being the stubborn sort, I stuck with it and gradually things actually became more round and less wobbly!