About Dusk Croft
My grandfather Einar started the workshop in Albany in 1971, mostly doing repairs for local farmers and throwing the odd pot on weekends. By the time Mum took it over in the early nineties she had shifted it toward homewares, selling at the Albany Farmers Market and a couple of gift shops down in Margaret River. I grew up sweeping clay dust off the floor and wrapping pieces in newspaper for market days. I never thought I'd be the one to keep it going. I moved to Brisbane at nineteen to study industrial design, and for about eight years I was convinced the workshop was just a nice memory, not a career.
Before Dusk Croft I was doing product development for a Brisbane importer, mostly plastics, mostly forgettable. Good money, nothing I could point to and feel anything about. In 2018 I drove back to Albany for Mum's sixty-fifth birthday and she showed me the workshop ledger going back to 1971. Fifty-three years of orders, suppliers, notes in three different handwriting styles. She wasn't pressuring me. She just left the ledger on the kitchen table and went to bed. I sat there until about two in the morning reading it. That was the decision, really. Not a conversation, just that ledger.
— Still sweeping clay dust. — Brigid, Brigid Sundborn