Every potter has the shelf of mugs nobody is allowed to throw away, and the little lie she tells herself at the wheel: JUST ONE MORE MUG. It is stacked in chunky mid-century type over three slightly-wonky hand-thrown mugs, with the wry tag below: SAID EVERY POTTER EVER. It reads as belonging, not as a gag. The design wraps both sides, so it reads whichever way it is picked up. And yes, it counts as one more mug.
The self-gift she buys because it is about her, and the gift for the partner who has heard about the mug shelf one time too many.
