The year I spent immersed in clay... Not for a client, a gallery, or a show, but for something far more personal: my own wedding.
From the very beginning, I knew I wanted our wedding to feel deeply personal and handmade. As a ceramic artist, one idea kept coming back to me: what if I made all of the plates, platters, and vases for the event? Not just as décor, but as a tangible extension of who we are—of what it means to gather, to share a meal, to celebrate love.
So I did.
Over the course of the year, I worked in the studio, piece by piece, crafting every plate our guests would eat from, every platter that would hold our food, and every vase that would cradle flowers on our tables. Each item was unique—imperfect in the way only handmade things can be. There were late nights, cracked pieces, glazes that didn’t go as planned, and plenty of moments where I wondered if I’d finish in time. But there was also so much joy in the process. Every piece felt like a small meditation on the love we were about to celebrate.
On the day of the wedding, seeing the tables set with my work—glazed and fired, full of food and flowers, surrounded by people we love—was surreal. It was everything I had hoped it would be: warm, intimate, and full of soul.
At the end of the night, we invited our guests to take home the plates they had eaten from as a gift. It felt like the right way to close the circle—to let these pieces go out into the world, carrying the memory of that day with them. I love knowing that those plates are now in kitchens and cupboards across the country, being used and loved in everyday life.
This collection wasn’t about perfection. It was about presence. About love. About sharing. It reminded me why I fell in love with ceramics in the first place.
