Meet Marie – The Roseland Robin

I think I've always been a natural rummager, rescuer and sorter.

As a child, I'd go to the local tip with my auntie to get rid of things and somehow come home with more. We'd rummage through the skips looking for treasure, and it was there I found my first pair of barely worn 1960s yeti boots. I was hooked.

I grew up around jumble sales, car boots and furniture auctions with my mum, my two aunties and seven cousins in tow. I loved anything unusual, weird or a little forgotten.

Old clothes rarely stayed as they were. Granny skirts became dresses, candlewick bedspreads became 1960s flares, and I fell completely in love with old Laura Ashley dresses. I've always been able to see what something could become, rather than just what it is.

As I got older, life became more complicated.

I spent time around homes that had become overwhelmed by belongings, rubbish and the effects of difficult personal circumstances. I found the chaos distressing — but I also discovered something about myself.

When everything around me felt chaotic, I could focus.

I'd start sorting. Clearing. Making piles. Creating order.

Within hours, a room could begin to feel different. The person living there could feel different. I could feel different.

That instinct never really left me.

I've done it for family, friends and many a single mum who's opened the door and happily let me loose on the chaos!

For me, clearing and organising isn't about creating a perfect home.

It's about making things feel manageable again.

I love the moment a forgotten space begins to appear. Finding an old photograph in a box. Uncovering a path beneath an overgrown garden. Spotting something unusual that deserves another life.

Maybe that's why The Roseland Robin feels less like a business idea and more like something I've somehow been practising for most of my life.

I don't just love the finished space. I love the uncovering.