Hi, I’m Nicola.
And if there’s one thing I know, it’s this: Clutter steals more than just space.
It steals time. Energy. Focus.
It keeps you stuck - distracted by the mess instead of showing up fully for the people and moments that matter most.
I know this because I grew up living it.
I was six when my mom was diagnosed with cancer. From that moment on, life became a blur of hospital visits, operations, waiting rooms, and whispered conversations.
But there was one thing that brought her peace - a clean, tidy home.
So my brother and I rolled up our sleeves. We wiped. We folded. We organized. Not because it was fun, but because we saw how much it mattered.
Order gave her hope. Calm gave her strength.
When the house was tidy, Mum was able to spend quality time with us instead of always looking around thinking, ‘the house is such a mess’.
What started as my love language to my mother - became my superpower.
But that’s just part of it.
We were also a special needs foster family, taking in kids with Down Syndrome and kids in wheelchairs needing 24/7 care and attention.
It didn’t take long to realize that presence - showing up fully - was the most powerful gift we could give them.
And I’ll tell you right now…
It’s impossible to be fully present when your home feels like it’s closing in on you.
That’s why I do what I do.
I believe an organized home doesn’t just look good - it feels good. It sets you free.
To focus. To relax. To finally breathe.
But let me be clear - I didn’t always believe this could be my job.
I didn’t even know professional organizing was a thing until someone casually mentioned they used to organize closets when they lived in America!
Wait - what? People do this for a living?
My whole world shifted.
But looking back, it all makes sense.
Because I know what it feels like to be overwhelmed by stuff.
Growing up, I had an overstuffed closet that drove me mad. No matter how many times I pulled everything out and tried to put it back in a new, "organized" way, it never felt quite right. Most weekends, I would take everything out, determined to conquer the chaos, only to feel defeated again when it all had to be crammed back in.
I get it. The overwhelm. The frustration. The cycle. The exhaustion…