Ah, holiday visits with the family; time for eating until you puke and getting a little tipsy with Grandma. Many of us will spend a significant amount of time deciding what to pack, in an attempt to appear that we are not just directionless twenty-somethings with a minor hang-over. There's this strange inherent need, during the holidays, to ensure our families of our legitimacy as productive members of society. The best way to do this, you ask? Cashmere.
Studies show Cashmere has long been associated with people who have their shit together. Though my black Armani Exchange sweater was found at Goodwill, my mother will be impressed that I had the forethought to invest in a "smart" piece that will last for ages. (Never mind my closet full of six inch heels.) My father will remark at it's "cuddliness" and remind me once again how grateful he is that my high-school days of hippie mu-mus and blue hair have ceased. Cashmere is also a great conversation topic for Grandmothers and when they learn of my new interest in the stuff they may remember a bunch of great pieces they have hidden away in their closets, just waiting for my gravy-fied little fingers. All of the merriment that ensues directly leads to father slipping me a twenty for avoiding political conversation!
And so, my friends, you now see the uniting powers of our favorite fabric species. This season, pick up some Cashmere for yourself, and a scarf or two for the fam!
Text Hannah Morris
