Dear reader,

I’m turning 60 on May 2nd. And it’s actually made me pause for a moment.

Not so much to look back – but to reflect on what I’ve spent all these years doing. And why it still matters.

So over the next few weeks, I’ll be sharing a bit more than I usually do. How it all began, what I’ve learned along the way, and what I still hold close today.

I’ll wrap it all up with a giveaway at the end – a small thank you to you and everyone who’s been part of the journey. I wouldn’t be here without you.

But let’s start somewhere else entirely… at a kitchen sink.

There was a time when I felt my father expected far too much of me. I was six years old – and my job was to wash plates for his plate business. Far too many plates!!!

I couldn’t quite see the point. They already looked perfectly fine to me. But for my father, it wasn’t up for discussion. Everything had to be clean. Everything had to be just right.

One day, he took me into an antique shop on Sønder Boulevard. One of those small, dim places where everything is packed tightly together – and dust seems to settle over it all. And that’s when I understood. Old things have a soul.

But dust and dirt drain that energy away. That thought has stayed with me ever since.

My father was running the business on his own, and I was needed at home. Every day, I would head to the post office with packages and to the bank with the day’s takings.

And it mattered. There wasn’t much money. If the bills were going to be paid, the money had to come in – right away.

When there were more parcels than I could carry, I was sent off with an old pram. Not exactly the coolest thing as a 10-year-old.

Later, I got a hand truck – and that was a definite upgrade.

When I was 15, in 1982, we moved to Odense N. From a small home in Bolbro, where we lived in one half of a semi-detached house, to what was then the largest private residence on Funen. It was quite something to move into that house.

The house had had a somewhat colourful history before us, but to us, it was first and foremost a sign of how well things had been going. Because they really had. In the 70s and early 80s, plates were in high demand. Many people collected them. Many saw them as an investment.

But not long after we moved in, things changed. Sales declined. And at the time, plates were almost all we worked with. So there wasn’t much we could do. We had to find another way – or risk becoming the next ones to go bankrupt in that house.

We didn’t have many options. So we started bringing in other things.

First, old Chinese lamps. Later, we began making table lamps ourselves using Chinese vases. And of course, we needed lampshades to go with them.

One thing led to another. For many years, my father was the one setting the direction. He was more strategic than I’ve ever been. Over time, I gradually took on more and more.

I’m not much of a strategist – I’ll happily admit that. I follow my gut. My intuition. The opportunities that come along. And I simply love it when beautiful objects, quality, and design come together as one. 

That’s how the collection has come to life. But step by step. 

It all began at a kitchen sink in a small kitchen – surrounded by tall stacks of plates.

It doesn’t stop there

Over the next few weeks, I’ll be sharing some of the things I’ve learned along the way – and what I still look for today.

The things I personally love. And what I would choose if I had it in my hands today.

And when we reach my birthday on May 2nd, I’ll finish it all off with a giveaway – so if you’d like to take part, it’s worth following along over the coming weeks – both here and on our Instagram and Facebook (Winner of the giveaway will be drawn randomly from our social media followers).

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