Mugs

Coffee is a ritual for me. Every morning I wake up slowly — cup in hand, silence, nothing rushing. In that moment, the mug matters. Not just as a vessel, but as a feeling.

My favourite is still the white speckled one — the first mug I made for myself, the one that's been with me every morning since.

All of these mugs are wheel-thrown by hand, one at a time. Each one turns out a little different — not because it has to, but because that's what happens when you make something by hand. Some are in a velvety teal matte glaze, others in blue ombré where the glaze flows and never repeats itself twice. Each one carries a little of the quiet morning it was made in.

I hope one of them finds its way into your morning ritual too.

Jogita