My pot found me. I love that the scar is still broken even though it has been carefully mended with gold. You can see all the way...

I found my pot in the Rose Garden. The excitement I felt was magical, like being a child. I recently had spinal surgery and the beautiful...

I found my pot outside the Spode Works. I’ve long been a follower of kintsugi items as I love the fact that there is still beauty in...

This pot is not perfect, and neither am I, we are however both beautiful in our own unique way!

I found my scarred pot in the church yard of Stoke Minster, on the grave of Josiah Wedgwood. When I removed the pot from its box the gold...

The beautiful little pot I found came to me on what started out as a particularly difficult day, during a particularly time. My search...

The scarred pot, an ingenious project. It resonated with me as I continue to embrace my recovery and healing from recent breast cancer...

I carefully took my treasure home and was amazed how delicate it was. To me it's a reminder of how delicate and vulnerable we have been...

I was delighted to find the beautiful little piece on the decorated seat. Everyone's had a hard time recently but change is in the air....

I only found out about the project that morning and thought it was such a super idea, and I just loved the idea behind them, having...

Had we not had the heartache of a miscarriage of triplets we wouldn't have our daughter who actually found the pot today.

I love the ridges I can feel from it being thrown on the wheel, and the brightness of the gold-filled scar. The scars of my depression...

I found this beautiful pot in the bird feeder that I fill for the birds across from my flat. I’ve been feeding the birds for a couple of...

The scarred pot reminds me of how my scar from childhood immigration to the UK, though painful initially, became my strength and what...

My first baby’s arrival was difficult - this vessel, made more beautiful and interesting by its scar, helped me re-befriend my...