I've always been overly dedicated to finding and sourcing unique ceramics for my home. The hours of my life spent rummaging through thrift stores with my best friend are countless, as are the treasures we’ve found. My collection of ceramic mugs is among my most prized possessions.

I first found ceramics through my grandmother, I remember her bringing home these massive ceramic molds, spending hours painting every detail, and finishing off the edges in 14k gold.

As many did, during the pandemic I made a short list of things I wanted to do, ceramics was among that list. I figured if I was collecting so many beautiful pieces, I eventually wanted to be able to have a dinner party and say “I made that” instead of “I found that”. Four years later and what was supposed to be a hobby turned into a passion and now my husband is building shelves just so I can have somewhere to put them all.

Now I have a home studio tucked away in our second bedroom, where I get the pleasure of throwing with my two dogs laying next me. This practice has taught me how to be okay with things not going my way, because half the things don’t even make it to the shelf. It’s taught me that mistakes are really investments in my future practice, and that if you just slow down and breathe then you can truly become one with the earth (because clay is earth).