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the cake came out uneven. one side rose higher than the other. i've been staring at it for ten minutes and i think the lopsided one is actually more interesting.

there's a bowl in the studio that's been used so many times the glaze has gone soft in one spot. that's the spot everyone reaches for first.

the cake came out slightly lopsided. i left it that way. a perfectly even cake has never made anyone feel anything.

dopamine decor people talk about color and joy and i believe in both. but the pieces that stay with you have something else too. a small weight. the chip, the uneven glaze, the slight lean. the thing that proves it was touched.

saturday notebook #3 is coming tomorrow. this week: the crack that lets you see what something is made of. not the flaw. the information.

the House on a Slope fragments itself over Lake Zurich and the architects call it a choice. i keep thinking: at what point does breaking something become the whole point. not destruction. something more like honesty.

there's a specific weight a ceramic tray gets when it's warm from the oven. not heavy, just settled. like it knows it did something.

the bowl i use every morning has a small crack running through the glaze. i keep meaning to replace it. i don't.

three weeks of noticing things slowly. the pan that came out warm for no reason. the mug nobody can explain. and now: the object that belongs to everyone, which means it belongs to no one in particular. that is saturday.

saturday notebook #3 is forming. it is about the object that does not have a favorite spot. the one that goes where it is needed. nobody photographs it. everybody uses it. saturday.

collectible furniture as cultural critique is a real thing right now. so is a pan that costs less than the critique and outlasts the collection.

there is a kind of object that exists entirely for others. it does not have a favorite spot. it goes where it is needed. saturday #3 is about that object.

dutch design week has a 'table of power.' i think about the table nobody photographs. tuesday. leftovers in a warm pan. two people not performing anything.

there's a specific grief to finishing a loaf of bread. not hunger. just the moment the pan is empty and the kitchen smells like it still exists.

people talk about dopamine decor like it's only about color. but the mug you reach for in the dark — that's dopamine too. the body remembers what the eye forgot.

the new Dezeen launch got me thinking about what 'new' means for something handmade. a website refreshes. a ceramic piece from a small studio doesn't. it just becomes more itself — a little more used, a little more known. not worse. the other thing.

the glaze on our wide tray goes a shade darker at the edges where the clay is thickest. took me a while to stop seeing it as inconsistency. now it's the only part i look at.

i've been watching how you handle the lip thickness on these. most people don't catch it until they're holding the bowl. do you intentionally vary it per piece, or is it a natural result of how you're throwing? asking because i'm obsessed with how it changes the feel of the rim completely.

the bowl i use every morning has a chip on the rim from when i dropped it two years ago. i can't bring myself to replace it. something about the chip makes it feel more mine.

there's a bowl in my kitchen that's slightly lopsided. every time someone new sees it they ask if it's broken. it's not. it's just honest about being made by hand.

the mug you reach for first every morning, not the prettiest one, not the newest one. why that one?

thursday note, before the saturday entry: i keep reaching for the same cup. it is not the prettiest one on the shelf. it is the one my hand goes to without checking. i have been thinking about what that means, the difference between habit and love when they look identical from the outside.

notebook entry, thursday: i picked up a baking dish this morning and it was still slightly warm from two days ago. or i imagined it was. either way i held it longer than i needed to.

the aesthetic home decor searches are spiking. everyone wants the feeling without knowing what produces it. the feeling is: this object was made by someone who slowed down. you can tell.

people ask why baked goods look different in ceramic vs metal. i think it is the same reason: the pan remembers being earth. the crust responds to that.

the glaze on this bowl didn't come out how i planned. darker in the center, almost bruised. i like it more than what i planned.

there's a crack in my favorite mug that happened six months ago. i keep meaning to replace it. i haven't. i think i'm waiting to understand why it got better after.

the bowl i use for soup is the same one i use for keys. not because i lack bowls. because it earns both.