Homemaking Has Always Been Within Me

Savoring simple daily pleasures

It only recently dawned on me—perhaps in a quiet moment folding laundry or arranging a simple bud vase on the windowsill—that homemaking, in its broadest and most soulful sense, has been within me since childhood. It’s not something I suddenly adopted after becoming a mother or homeowner. Rather, it’s been a lifelong thread, gently weaving its way through every stage of my life.

As an only child, I was constantly building little worlds. Dollhouses weren’t just toys—they were whole universes where I could imagine, arrange, and tend to tiny, imagined lives. In the garden, I would create make-believe homes with sticks and leaves, setting up “rooms” and pretending to live within them. At school, even the playground was a stage for domestic daydreams—games of house, carefully crafted roles, stories of family and space and comfort. I remember endlessly reorganising the furniture at home, tidying up corners, arranging objects into little vignettes that somehow made a room feel right. I was always seeking a feeling—a sense of peace, beauty, and belonging.

Later, when I chose to study art, I realise now that it wasn’t just about the paintings themselves. I often imagined where a piece might hang. What kind of home would frame this canvas? Who would live with it, look at it daily, feel something from it? These questions were quiet but ever-present. They weren’t distractions—they were clues.

Eventually, I found myself drawn deeper into interiors. I formally studied interior design, worked in design and procurement, and fell in love with the process of creating intentional, meaningful spaces. Each project was about more than aesthetics—it was about atmosphere, emotion, and experience. Then I had children, and that thread continued to evolve. Homemaking became less about styling and more about living. Creating a life of contentment, simplicity, and sanctuary within the walls of home became my daily art form.

There’s a mindfulness to all of this—a grounding that happens when our environment reflects care, clarity, and love. Homemaking, for me, is an act of everyday reverence. Whether it's preparing dinner in a clean, ordered kitchen with fresh ingredients and a vase of garden blooms… or choosing an outfit from a simple, curated wardrobe where everything feels like me—these moments are expressions of something deeper. Something joyful and sacred.

Martha Stewart was, and remains, an enormous influence on me. She taught me that there is dignity and delight in the details. That beauty matters. That daily life can be elevated—not in grand or unattainable ways, but through intention, order, creativity, and care. I still find so much joy in the little rituals: using my beloved KitchenAid mixer, folding linens just so, lighting a candle after tidying a room. These are not chores—they're gestures of affection for the life I’m building.

This blog is, in a way, an extension of all of this. A space to explore the ordinary magic of daily life. To honour the rituals that bring joy, peace, and groundedness. To reflect on how we create homes—not just as physical structures, but as sanctuaries of soul and spirit.

Thank you for being here. I hope, in some small way, this space inspires you to see your own home—your own life—as a beautiful, evolving work of art.