My Mothers Pottery

Mother & Daughter business. My mothers homemade pottery speaks louder than words. each piece is unique and one of a kind.

 

My mother and I share a similar but tragic experiences. In 2018 We lost my brother to a horrific sudden accident, her son, Cal Bills at the age of 28. Feeling and seeing the grief my mother had  to carry changed her, I couldn't quite understand. On top of me losing my brother / best friend it was an awful time for us all. She dove deeper into pottery and I into my career while building a family of my own.

 

 This past September 2023 changed everything. I lost my son, her grandson, Jaxson McLamb at the age of 14 months to another horrible incident. This ultimately brought my mother and I closer, it is a pain nobody should have to understand or endure. We share this heart shattering, physically forever hurting, never ending grief. Picking ourselves up and finding the beauty in this world is our journey.

 

My mother's pottery is just that. Made with love, pain, grief, memories, happiness, sweat and laughs. Each piece is truly unique and can add a conversation to any household. We hope it brings your family together. We hope you sit around the table passing the bowl enjoying one another. We hope you share morning coffees and afternoon tea's in the homemade cups. Burn a beautiful candle on a romantic night and re-use the pottery for an eternal memory. Life is short, play in the clay!