It’s funny how it happens. The piece comes out of the kiln, you look it over and you are in love. You may see flaws, but either they seem insignificant or you argue that they just add to its beauty.
For me, this mug has become a favourite. It lives in my office, never to be used (willingly) by anyone else. I like virtually everything about it: shape, colors, weight, and even that accidental finger mark in the glaze by the handle. It wobbles a bit and even has a small chunk out of the foot, where I messed up with the trimming. (I hate trimming.) But this is still my favourite mug.