Late one evening, we were chatting with our straight friends over the objet d’art and the chotzkies in our home.  We complained about the overflowing cupboards full of dishes, glasses, cups, and pottery; yet Snuff and I talked about the junk stores and the art fairs that we frequent.  In the self-deprecation I blurted out “we’re such crockery fags”, and the expression stuck.

Our crockery fag day started today with a lovely brunch, a drive in the park, and then a quick trip to Pewabic Pottery [link].

Amy Wolfe (Student) Not For Sale
Pewabic Pottery

Then I found these pieces which I found cool but I’m not posting the artist nor the price.  Go into Pewabic to see for yourself, they’re brilliantly $$$.