Several weeks ago, I found a site online that sold beautiful cotton printed fabric from India. I hope it would arrive in time for her birthday Saturday, but it didn’t come until Monday. I knew she would yell at me for buying her more things, but the look on her face when she saw it was rewarding enough, she was so enchanted she forgot she was yelling at me, and just oogled. She said she thought it should stay in the farmhouse, but I said no, it was for her to use with her art.

She agreed almost instantly, which made it clear that she loved it. She’s going to wash it this week, then take it into her studio and figure out how to make some art with it, I have no idea what she will come up with. I got her a second cloth with beautiful trees and monkeys on it, I can’t wait to see what she does with it.

I thought it would be nice to get her head into India a bit before she goes there. She’s leaving on the 12th, a week from Sunday and is already packing and going over her documents.  She is alternating between nervousness and exhilaration. Exhilaration is winning out, we are both so excited about this trip.

The fabric makes me want to go with her, maybe one day. I don’t wish to go on this trip, it is all  hers.