02/11/2026
Drinking from handmade just tastes better. I’ve been making for myself a bit more since the fire. Loosing all our handmade inventory was hard but what was even harder was realizing I hadn’t allowed myself to keep my best work in over 11 years. I didn’t own any of my pottery that I was proud of. I only had seconds. Second quality, not food safe, pieces I couldn’t sell, or was too embarrassed to show others (learning new things is a curve). I lost a big part of my identity in that fire and I wanted to reclaim it. I wanted to hold pieces of mine everyday that impressed me. My best work. Because that’s what I had at our shop, my best work, and I got to look at it and find inspiration from it while I made the next batch for you guys…. But what about me? How had I lost tract of allowing myself nice things too? Well let me tell you, that’s changing now. I’m keeping some of my best work and it’s been so exciting to have a favorite mug. It’s made my espresso ritual in the morning so special. It’s made the mornings, holding my warm cup, warm my heart, slow my breath, ground me, and root me in the now. How can a mug do that? How does warm bean juice feel so comforting as I wrap my hands around the cup that my hands made? How can a mug that I hold in my hands as mint tea steams my face feel so alive? Like it’s a bright light leading me from the darkness. It must be magic 🦄🔮🍵
