Every studio has its regulars: the ones who are there on a Tuesday night with clay to the elbow, who know which wheel wobbles and where the good trimming tools hide. This is the sweatshirt that says you are one of them, on the cold mornings and the late class when the kiln is the only warm thing in the building.
A circular studio-craft badge, drawn the way a 1970s pottery guild would have done it: CERAMICS STUDIO arched over the top, a pair of hands cradling a vessel on a spinning wheel at the center, HAND-THROWN · KILN-FIRED curving along the bottom, all inside a warm double ring with the wobble left in the linework, because that is what handmade looks like. Four flat inks, the palette of raw clay and a good glaze.
The range keeps to light, unfired-clay shades on purpose: light is what you actually wear in a studio, the one place clay stains everything else.
It reads like an emblem you earned, not a slogan you bought, which is exactly why it travels. It is the piece a teacher orders for a whole class, the gift that plainly says "she does pottery," and the badge a member reaches for because the practice is part of who she is.
Trim slow, glaze brave.
