Heirloom · Möderndorf

My mother's linen

These old linen curtains came from the neighbour's house — they belonged to my mother. When we restored this farmhouse, hanging them in the new windows felt right.

Like keeping a piece of the village alive in another room. Some things shouldn't be replaced.

The linen is hand-woven, a little uneven, washed soft by decades of summer light. When the morning sun moves through the windows, the curtains carry it differently than anything you could buy new.

Restoring an old house is full of small choices like this. You can keep the bones and put everything else new on top — or you can let a few old things stay, and let them quietly tell the rest of the story.