Sati is not the maker. She is the muse.

This space was created in memory of my mother — a woman who found beauty in everything she touched. Though most of the items in this collection were not made by her hands, they are chosen in her spirit.

Her Legacy

My mother, Sati, stitched stories into fabric. She embroidered wildflowers and landscapes onto cloth using only thread and a needle. She wove carpets in the style of the old Silk Road and made art during quiet hours between her roles as a mother, wife, and friend. Her creations were filled with color, love, and grace — just like she was.

Our Curation

Today, I handpick every item at Sati from women artisans across Central Asia, Mongolia, the Caucasus, and Afghanistan — women whose names may not be known, but whose artistry deserves to be seen.

Every piece carries warmth. Every piece carries a story. Every piece carries her energy — even if not made by her hands.

This is Sati

A living tribute. A curated legacy.