Handcrafted pottery, paintings, and peculiar things—made with clay-covered hands and a basset hound nearby. Whether you're here to shop, browse, or just vibe, I’m so glad you stopped by. 

There’s something I love about the way watercolor refuses to be controlled. It bleeds, it softens, it surprises you. A lot like real life, honestly.

Most of my pieces start with a feeling—a quiet one. A hound’s expression. A plant I forgot to water but couldn’t bring myself to throw away. A photo that stuck in my head longer than it should have. I paint the things that linger.

My watercolors are soft, a little moody, and sometimes a little weird. I like it that way.

🖼️ Take a peek at what I’ve been painting.

Most of my pottery starts as an accident—or at least something that wasn’t in the plan. I like making things that feel like they belong in another time, or were found buried somewhere soft and mossy.

I don’t aim for perfection. I aim for held. For cups that fit your hands right. For bowls with bottoms that wobble just enough to make you smile. Everything I make is one of a kind, and every piece carries a bit of the mess it came from.

Clay has a way of grounding me. I hope it does the same for you.

🍵 See what’s just come out of the kiln.

I don’t make the notebooks—I just give them better outfits.

Each one gets a handmade fabric cover, sewn to fit snug and live soft. Some are linen, some are floral, some look like something you’d find in your grandma’s sewing drawer (in a good way). They’re made to be thrown in a bag, stacked on a nightstand, or gifted to someone who still writes things down.

No two are quite the same, but they all feel good in your hands.

📓 See the newest stitched covers.