The Willow tumbler comes in two colours, Sand and white/black It's perfect for a warm cup of tea or coffee on a cold day. With the mixed clay design we have no two the same - and while none of our ceramics are identical, we think these ones are extra special. NOTE: The willow tumblers are made of two different clays, which during the drying process often causes them to have superficial cracks. I’ve had to decide between stopping making them and continue selling them with superficial cracks. They’re fully functional and most cracks are along the bottom - so I’ve decided to continue selling them anyway (none effect the function of it as a cup). Please be aware of these little imperfections before you purchase xx Willow's Story Note: Willows story discusses sexual assault and emotional abuse, and may be triggering for some people. Please check out our Where to Get Help page for details of support available in NZ. We met when we were eighteen. He was one of the smartest, funniest people I’d met, and I thought he hung the moon. It only took a couple of months for the emotional abuse to start - the laying down of foundations for what was to come over the next few years. Within 6 months, we were living together, he had isolated me from my friends and my family, I had dropped out of university and quit playing football; we lived in a world all our own. It took me another 4 years to see the full extent of the abuse. By this point, he was my everything; I had no friends and I was working a job I hated to support him. It took a relative stranger walking into my life and saying “look at what this is” for me to open my eyes and muster the courage to leave. Denial is such a powerful thing; it’s amazing what you can convince yourself to avoid feeling shame and embarrassment. It’s been 4 years since that day, and it’s been one hell of a journey. I only started seeking proper help for all that I went through a year ago - but before that, I rebuilt my life. It’s not been easy but I’m so much stronger for it. That relative stranger who was kind enough to help me is now one of my best friends. I’ve travelled the world, changed careers and I’ve got a great support network of friends and family. But mostly importantly, I can talk about what happened. There’s no shame, only healing. I’m learning to trust again, in people and in life. And I can finally admit to myself: it wasn’t my fault.