My Pottery Journey

Let me tell you a tale.

One day, I joked—just joked—that I’d love to have a kiln of my own. Most people would have laughed, nodded politely, and moved on.
But not him.

No. One of my dearest friends—a man of unmatched vision, charm, and jaw-dropping generosity—took it upon himself to scour the wilds of Facebook Marketplace. And like some kind of entrepreneurial Indiana Jones, he found it. He rescued a kiln. For me.

This is no ordinary friend.
This is a handsome, brilliant, artisanal-soul-having, chicken-wrangling, business-running, community-building, unfathomably humble (well… maybe not that humble) hero among mortals.

Without him, there would be no mugs.
No bowls.
No slightly lumpy but deeply loveable pots.

So when you sip from something fired in my kiln, just know:
It’s infused with gratitude.
And a little bit of his radiant, golden aura.

If you feel called—no, honored—to support him in return, I encourage you to send money, compliments, business opportunities, or perhaps just fall at his feet.

This page? This pottery? It exists because of him.
And you’re welcome.