Trend petrol blue earthenware jug, Midwinter Pottery, 1966
I’ve always had a strange love of rifling through bric-a-brac shops. Nowadays with two small children in tow I don’t get much of a chance. Their impatience reminds me of my similar childhood experiences of being dragged round antique shops by my parents – now the shoe is on the other foot. Recently I discovered this retro little number. It was the colour that won me over and I love the fluting. Now it sits by my wheel, full of all my brushes and tools, most days entirely splattered with clay.