My relationship with clay began long before Hygge had a name. In India, I was drawn to the quiet artistry of potters and to the way everyday objects could carry warmth, memory and care.

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Years later in London, that feeling returned in a new form. What began as curiosity slowly became practice and practice became a way of seeing. I found myself making objects that were less about decoration and more about atmosphere. Objects that could soften a room, hold attention quietly and stay with people over time.

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Motherhood has deepened that relationship even more. It has made me more aware of what truly matters in the spaces around us. The need for calm. The comfort of ritual. The importance of objects that do not just sit beautifully in a place, but contribute to how it feels.

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That is the heart of Hygge. To create objects with presence. Objects that feel grounded, tactile and human. Objects that quietly belong.

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