6 years ago my grandmother gave me a bag of approximately 5 cashmere sweaters. A few in black, a red, a white, and a pink turtleneck. At the time I was in high school and thought 2 things: 1. I am never going to wear these... 2. Eh, maybe they'll come in handy someday. Thank God for that second thought, because 6 years later I cannot get enough of those sweaters, especially that pink turtleneck. Although my facial expression may imply different feelings (it was raining and didn't feel like having my picture taken believe it or not) the warm fuzzy material that is cashmere made me feel something between comfortable and elated. Let me know if you find that word, I may need it for my next G-Ma sweater post.