I have always loved jugs and have bought them for many years, yet I never consider myself a collector. That to me means dedication of purpose - searching for them. I don't do this - I acquire them when and where I see them and I have acquired a goodly number both old and new. They are grouped around my house and I haven't counted them and I won't. When I go on holiday they are my chosen souvenir together with their rhyming companions, mugs and rugs - well it's a harmless enough obsession?
My mother and I have bought quite a few rugs on day trips. On one occasion in Oxford, seeing one in the window of a shop as the bus entered the bus park and buying it as soon as we alighted! I blame it on inheritance, my Great Grandmother's influence, but that is a story for a future post!
This is my introductory jug - you will probably be seeing more - a 19th Century Staffordshire Blue and White filled with single Lace Cap Hydrangea head. Naturally jugs are my favoured flower containers!
