comfort mugs

My brother was the first visitor to the Orkney Isles from a member of my family. It was a short visit. We talked some. He and his beautiful wife spent hours walking around in the unusually sunny and dry weather. He helped a lot with getting the business up and selflessly spent hours working away at images for signs and bags and balloons and… When they left it hit me stronger than I expected. I went down to my wheel and began “comfort throwing”. Thinking how great it was that I had something to soothe me when I was feeling low I decided to throw for the sheer pleasure and comfort of it a shape that met me where I was. I threw a shape for a “comfort mug”. Wide and rounded to welcome my hands to embrace the maximum warmth. No handle to get in the way or discourage me from the full tactile experience of the soothing warmth of a cup of tea.