I started taking a clay class last week. And I'm excited!! I love, love, love, throwing on the wheel. Even when I suck I love it. I'm taking this class so I can make my own molds for slumping glass forms. But my growing affection for clay as a material makes me feel a bit like a two-timer. I'm thinking about clay a lot more than glass these days. Is it ok to have polyamorous relationships with materials?Maybe its just a summer fling...