Our farmhouse is believed to be more than 200 years old, and we have come to love it and its character, sturdiness, and sense of tradition. This week, a new chapter in it’s long and rich history, a sense of India has come to infuse the old house.

An umbrella from Udaipur is in one corner of the living room, a fan from Kolkata is sticking out of one of our candle holders on the mantel. Earrings and postcards and beautiful pieces of fabric are showing up here and there. India has come to the farmhouse, something it’s original owners could not have fathomed.

Now, the “Sari” curtains made out of Sari fabric used to make the farmhouse and very beautiful and unique dresses worn by women in India. Maria loves the Sari made for her, and I imagine she will wear it one day out to do the barn chores. I love this new evolution, Maria works magic with her sense of color and artistry.

All sorts of things are magically appearing from her suitcase.

Yesterday she cut and trimmed the “Sari Curtains,” as I called them, she even took her scissors to them and cut fringes along the bottom, I loved the way the light shone on this work in the afternoon. For Maria, life and art are not two different things but one thing, and it is mystical to see this new sensitivity begin to work it’s way through the house.

She looked so at peace trimming these curtains, and so at home.

The “Sari Curtains” have transformed the living room, it already has a different sense of color and style. I am eager to see what comes next, and I never know until I see it.