Growing up in Trinidad, there was a day at school when we wore kilts. Sutherland tartan, moss green, teal, deep red. Our grandmother’s clan. We didn’t think much of it then.
Years later my sister Lori moved to Aberdeen. She started sending me photographs, Highland cows at dusk, stone ruins beside still lochs, the first snowdrops of February pushing through her garden soil. I started decorating around them.
That’s how this site started. But the story behind it goes back further.
I spent years working with antiques in Trinidad, restoring pieces, learning what lasts, understanding why certain joints hold while others fail and why some finishes age into something beautiful while others just look old. That education shaped how I see a room. A home shouldn’t be a collection of trends. It should be a collection of stories.
That belief took me to Indonesia, where I found craftsmen who still use the traditional joinery techniques I’d seen in the antiques I’d been restoring. I designed and created bespoke furniture pieces for years, the kind built to survive generations rather than seasons.
Now I write about what happens when all of that comes together. Scotland through Lori’s eyes. Interiors built around things that last. Travel that connects you to somewhere that actually matters. And the slow, unhurried rhythms of life in Trinidad that tie it all together.
I’m Stacie. Lori is in Aberdeen. Between us we cover a lot of ground.
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