Every now and then I get the urge to throw a pot, occasionally at a wall, but mostly on a wheel. I’m not sure I’d be any good at it, but I love the feel of cold clay in my hands, and I’m pretty sure I could manage a pot. Besides, imperfections add charm, at least that’s what I would tell myself. I really like the work of Australian ceramic artist Sharon Muir. Her pieces are pretty close to perfect, actually. And the bold black and white graphics are so punchy against the richness of red terracotta.

Somewhere in my childhood I ate off large green lettuce leaf plates. I don’t remember at whose table I was sitting, but those plates are so vivid to me. I would love to get my hands on a few, and fill them with raspberries or radishes, or any other colour that looks great with green. It was Dodie Thayer, the Palm Beach pottery queen, who made them. They’re so peculiar looking, and so very fabulous, don’t you think?

There’s a rooster and a tiger and two cats in our living room. There would be a wolf too, if Antimo hadn’t decided to sit on it. They’re made of papier machee by HAY Denmark, and each one was a gift from our friend, Olivia. Today, I’ll be hanging them on the wall –– a menagerie of oddball looking creatures –– to add just a bit more eccentricity to our home.