The Heiress

You might expect this post to be about famous Heiress' like Paris Hilton and how hard it is to be an heiress. I can't think of a much worse thing to be, poor Paris.

This is the story of my inheritance and how it has affected my life.

When my husband's father passed, Drew was given his class ring. It's a very nice gold one with a sparkly red jewel in the center. I would show you a photo of it but it is safely laid away in our safe deposit box at our bank.

After speaking with Drew's mother several times about finding a memento for myself we finally happened upon the treasure that won my heart. A tasteful brown parcel arrived within the week. The contents: one well worn pair of cashmere socks.


They were spectacular. My favorite winter colors of black, charcoal gray, and cranberry red. Did I mention they were of the softest and warmest cashmere known to man?
Here is my favorite photo of the socks.


Let me point out the finer points for you. The cranberry red is hand embroidered in an argyle pattern. The cashmere has grown exceptionally soft from frequent washings. Here you can see the wear patterns made by my father in law. Notice his feet were bigger than mine so my heel hits farther down. This is great because it means they will last longer. I wear them constantly. They are warm and soft and awesome to wear.

I know some family heirlooms can be somewhat burdensome. The silver tea set that has to be polished, the out of fashion jewelry that must be insured, the class ring that resides at the bank.

Mine will never be a burden to me or others. I have used,and will continue to use them to my sincere and utter delight.

I probably will not pass them on to my daughter but I will make sure she gets something useful, delightful, and much wanted from me when the time comes.