Welcome to the House of Swears of Joy

The story behind the sass!

It started with a gift, a laugh, and someone I loved deeply.

Over fifteen years ago, one of my closest friends gave me my first piece of sweary china — a beautiful mug with a completely inappropriate message. It was elegant, unexpected, and absolutely hilarious. Every time I looked at it, I laughed. That gift stayed with me.

He kept finding them too. Sweary little treasures. Ridiculous, delicate, perfect things.

The man who unknowingly started all of this.
He’d have loved every mischievous, ridiculous, beautifully sweary bit of it.

When he passed away, I found myself returning to those pieces. They reminded me of his humour, his warmth, and his gift for finding joy where you least expect it.

That’s how Swears of Joy began — not as a business idea, but as a way to keep that spirit alive. To take beautiful, forgotten china and give it a second life full of personality, laughter, and just the right amount of rebellion.

Every piece I make is a small tribute.
Vintage. Unapologetic. Slightly unhinged.

Just like the joy he brought into my life

Nice things. Questionable Manners.

Go on...you know you want to.

At Swears of Joy, beautiful objects are given just enough encouragement to stop being polite.

Delicate heirlooms develop wicked opinions.

Mugs say what everyone else is thinking.

Pretty little treasures discover a taste for mischief.

This is a house where elegance and irreverence share the same shelf.

Where charm comes with a sharp tongue.

And where no two discoveries ever behave quite the same.

Because sometimes the loveliest things are the ones with the least manners.