So about me, or maybe I should say us, my husband Mr. Clayfect is just as much a part of this as I am. No, you know what, let’s keep it to me; I am the one with the clay after all. If you want to hear more about my lovely husband, scroll down a bit. But for now, let me tell you about Clayfect.

I am... well... to be honest... I don’t quite know how and what I am. Who am I? Can any of us really answer that? No, wait, now I am being too philosophical.If you truly want to get to know me, then you should watch my videos, where I am 100% myself all the time, simply because I truly don’t know how to be anyone else; I can barely be me. So go do that now, all of them please, I can wait… but if you don’t have time for that, I suppose I can tell you a little  bit more about me.

So before Mr. Clayfect gave me my first package of “Super Sculpey,” I was a dog breeder, but to me, my dogs are more like my children, so I was a nervous wreck most of the time.  And as you can imagine, that is not a good trait for a Dog Breeder, so I stopped. I still love and have dogs and I know an awful lot about dogs and puppies. But my true passion has always been art. First, writing stories, which led me to become an editor for a small website, for a time. I even published a book, It is in Danish, so no point in talking more about that. Though it did help me become a better storyteller, which helps me a great deal when I am creating stories for my clay sculptures. I love stories, and I do love sculpting, so for me, the Clayfect channel is the best of both worlds. And that is pretty much it for my professional life, pretty boring, right? Now let’s get to the personal stuff. Still not so fun to talk about , if we are going to talk about the fact that I have multiple sclerosis,  HS,  are suffering from borderline emotional personality disorder and anxiety.Yeah, I have been pretty unlucky with my gene pool if we don't take my killer cheekbones into consideration. 

I have a lot of dark and gloomy stuff in my life, which has left me with a dark sense of humor and a very clear picture of what is important to me. And that is my near friends and family; without people such as Painfect, Mother Clayfect, and especially Mr. Clayfect, none of all this would have any meaning for me. And let us not forget my dogs, like my Assistant, they are my rays of sunshine, and it is what makes me get up in the morning, well…that and we all normally have to pee at that point.I am nothing special, well I am…and so are you…. and so is everybody else. Which means none of us are, if you think about it. I am smart enough to know I am not the smartest, and good enough to know I am not the best, and that is fine by me. I don’t want it to be any other way because then I wouldn’t be me. Does that make any sense? I am not sure, this just got too deep again, didn’t it? Let's move on to the one and only Mr. Clayfect. 

As a young lad, this poor man fell in love with me, by the age of 21, and with him and me, now, being in our 30s, that means we have been together for a long... long, long, long, long...long time.I could tell up and down of how perfect this man is, and how he still gives me "the butterflies". But that is not why you came here; you want the drama, so let me tell you Mr. Clayfect's big dark secret…ok here it is.. He has a narcotic compulsion to smash glass wherever he goes; he simply can't help himself. Wherever he goes, glass dies. He calls himself a glassier. but I am not fooled; I can see the devilish glint in his eyes. leaving  everyone the question: is he a genius, or just a dude that loves to smash stuff? Nobody will ever know, though I will admit he is pretty clever and knows his way around a computer. He knows his way around a lot of things, come to think of it. He is very handy, can 3D print, and cook. Back off, ladies, he is mine. I need him for our Clayoff´s and all the other projects we are doing together. I don’t know what else to say; he is my partner, best friend, and lover. Without him, there would be no Clayfect. Because while I play away with clay, he is in the background doing all the important stuff. We are a team, and often he is the one doing all the heavy lifting, though he never complains. My husband is a hard worker, and giving up is a term that is simply incomprehensible to him. But I guess that is the mentality that is needed if you want to be so good at smashing glass that the  queen of Denmark gives you a medal for it. Which she did because my husband is just that awesome. I was proud of him, of course, but also happy to see people finally recognized what I have known all along. And that was that Mr. Clayfect is something special.I would love to write up and  down about this man who is intelligent, funny, strong, social, and good-looking but I have a feeling that would quickly grow tiresome.I could also write about all his trials and hardships that shaped him into the man he is today, and believe me there are many. But that is not my place to do so. So instead, I will end it with this simple statement: without Mr. Clayfect, there would not be a Clayfect.