It all started when my husband fell in love with another woman... We were in Nantucket, walking by an art gallery when he shouted, "I'm in love!". He caught sight of a woman smoking a cigar in the gallery. Which was not open. So we came back. (Usually I have to drag him in these places!) Her name was Ethel. She was life size and it felt like real skin, I swear. Great price too. I have lost the artist's name so if any one recognizes it, please
email me so I can give credit where due. As much as we wanted to buy her, we had no room in our temporary quarters. We also had no room to set me up a studio. So one day I was playing with some polymer clay and came up with the brilliant idea of making a tiny Ethel for my husband's desk. Poor picture below left but if you make out her torso next to some keys you get an idea of the size. Center you see her in early stages - hey why would no clothes bother her?! She doesn't even have arms yet!!! And below right you see my husband, Dick "hell of a guy" Thomas with the original Ethel.