I love old Crockery. I have it all over the house.
Some folks want perfect pieces. Some want salt-glazed jugs from a particular potter. I don’t care about that.
I collect jugs and crocks for their stories. These were utilitarian tools, used in everyday living in someone’s home. The very fact that they survive a century later is amazing to me.
This pedestal is an old cupboard, turned on it’s side, used as a bookshelf. The bin on the windowsill, filled with greens, is an old draw, pulled out of a factory.