31/05/2026
I seem to have a thing for jugs. I have lost count of how many I have accumulated over the years. I do release them from time to time but it is a struggle when you buy with your heart. This little vignette is made up from recent finds, some this very morning. I'm especially loving the little vintage Rye pottery jug which is over looked by Gladstone, immortalised, in a Staffordshire flat back. My roses are looking pretty lovely at the moment too but they just don't hold on to their petals for long enough to be useful. A little prettiness to cheer the day and a reminder that you can find beautiful jugs at our summer gathering next month.