My family, my inspiration

Välkommen! as we say in Swedish. For my first blog, I have decided to delve back into my childhood memories, to share my personal inspiration behind Nina D. I launched my homeware business at the start of this year and the idea of creating my own hand illustrated tableware felt so natural. Each design is inspired by a person or a place close to my heart back home in Sweden. Once my business got under way, I realised just how strongly my family roots have guided me to where I am today.

I have been creative for as long as I can remember but it was the combination of using my artistic skills in tableware design that defined it for me. Equally to inspire others in setting the table and spending quality time together for meal times, creating loving memories for years to come.

Blissfully, my business reminds me of many special memories from my upbringing. My family is formed by a diverse mix of nationalities which I am so proud of. My mother’s parents emigrated from Russia to Sweden during the Second World War and my mother was born in Sweden. When she was in her twenties, she met my English father whom at the time was visiting Stockholm. The mixture of Russian, English and Swedish roots united beautifully through our cuisine and family gatherings around the table in Sweden.

As a child, my Russian grandmother would prepare pirog (a baked case of dough with either sweet or savoury filling) and my Russian grandfather established a well known fish smokery business, supplying Stockholm’s finest restaurants with smoked fish. Before my father settled in Sweden, he trained as a chef at the five star OGH Hotel in Guernsey (he still makes the best lemon meringue pie). He was only sixteen when he cooked breakfast for Princess Margaret on her state visit. My mother had a creative flair as well as turning everyday dishes into a feast. She provided the artistic settings with table cloths, candles, placemats and napkins. Always beautifully balanced and colour coordinated. Growing up, I was lucky to enjoy a traditional Swedish Christmas on the 24th of December followed by turkey and all the trimmings on the 25th. It was the best of both worlds.

I adored helping my mum setting the table and everyone coming together to prepare the meal. Reminiscing how I used to look through my mum’s drawers with napkins and matching tapered candles makes me realise that I was into #tablescaping long before it became a trendy hashtag on instagram.