Personal journeys and stories have always fascinated me; we each have so much wealth in our histories and such treasures to guide our future steps.
How do we end up where we are, why do we live where we live, and what compels us to choose a slick new build or a heartbreakingly gorgeous heritage home? So many moving parts create the whole, and life experiences pave the path toward our present-day spectrum of memories and adventures.
I was born in Yorkshire and took a piece from that place when we emigrated, at a time when interest rates were in the low 20s and e-mail was not yet a communication tool. My early Canadian life was a smorgasbord of new things and places, of accents and new words and people, of building my place here and wondering why milk came in plastic bags. I learned to adapt, to be flexible, to push forwards, to embrace change, to listen and to observe.
A degree in Biosci satisfied my innate nerd and translated into employment within the pharmaceutical industry before babies heralded my Act 2. This was a magical period during which I learned to decorate on a dime and focus a keen eye on repurposing and salvaging. My love of architecture, design, renovation and aesthetics has been honed over the years and I believe that our homes should quietly reflect our passions and parallel our memories.
To me a home embodies a safe-haven, a nest of sorts in which to shelter our loved ones and to have the freedom to express ourselves, a refuge for heart and soul, a place for family, for celebrating for sharing and for pyjama days.