While I knit my secret project, let’s talk about something completely unrelated to knitting and very cool: Heath Ceramics.
Founded in 1948 and happily churning out gorgeous tile and tableware in that subtle but occasionally playful midcentury style I love, Heath Ceramics is a recent favorite of mine. Their stuff is pretty.
Ideas! In the Heath studio. pic.twitter.com/OCqs9Ao45K
— Heath Ceramics (@heathceramics) September 24, 2014
I found out about them from my boyfriend, who occasionally “adopts” the Heath pieces used at his work when they chip and have to be retired. I have one of their cups at my work, and bring it with me when I go to local cafes for coffee. (I am, uh, a little granola like that.) It’s not uncommon for a barista to pick it up and then stop, heft it a little, then turn it over to look for a maker mark and ask “That’s nice, is it Heath?” The first time it happened, I felt like I’d been accepted into some kind of extremely tasteful secret society.
One of the great things about living in the Bay Area is that we’re spoiled completely rotten with beautiful, locally made things. The original factory where they still make their dishware is only about a mile from the place I sometimes stay in Sausalito. If you ever can, go on the studio tour, where you can walk through and see work in all stages from research to finished product.
To a certain kind of person ‐ a me kind of person ‐ it is, to be succinct, a fucking marvel: tables of glazing test pieces in bright and layered colors; mismatched, decades-old tile set into walls; vats and walls covered in decades of clay buildup; and, best of all, shelves and shelves and shelves of creamy-smooth plates and cups and dishes with the texture of a brand new egg.
On that studio tour, the boyfriend and I also got a sneak peak at a wall clock that I learned months later was a collaboration with another design favorite of mine, House Industries. How cool is that?!
On that same trip, I fell in love with a little sugar bowl in the overstock section that was missing its lid. (Yes, they have an overstock section! Heath ain’t cheap, but if you can still love pieces with slight freckles or imperfections, you can get them for a pretty decent price break.) The sugar bowl fit perfectly in my cupped hand ‐ granted, I have giant hands ‐ and it was all I could do not to rub the smooth-but-not-slick linen finish on my face.
So if you get a chance, swing by the studio. If you can’t, there’s a virtual tour you can check out. And if you want a trendy food experience that’s way more actual San Francisco than clam chowder in a bread bowl (seriously, nobody does that but tourists), order a flat white at one of the city’s zillions of cafes and bring your own cup.
No, the barista won’t look at you funny. Promise.