The Fashion Yogi

Fashion + Yoga = The Fashion Yogi.
My grandaddy used to go to yard sales and thrift stores, collecting jewelry and other trinkets. He had a vast collection of amazing pieces, and when I was about four years old, he passed away and left some of them to me. My dad handed me a box of his rings when I went home to Alabama last Christmas, including the ones pictured here. The ring on my ring finger and the middle ring on my index finger are two parts of a wedding set: a beautiful, delicate diamond filigree engagement ring and a pavé diamond band to match. Inside the box was a folded up letter, typed on a typewriter and dated 1951. It was a letter of authenticity stating that my grandaddy had purchased the ring from so-and-so jeweler, that the stone weighed so many carats, etc.
At the bottom of the typed letter was a handwritten note from my Mimi, his wife, dated 1992, further describing the rings. It concluded, “For Meghan.”

My grandaddy used to go to yard sales and thrift stores, collecting jewelry and other trinkets. He had a vast collection of amazing pieces, and when I was about four years old, he passed away and left some of them to me. My dad handed me a box of his rings when I went home to Alabama last Christmas, including the ones pictured here. The ring on my ring finger and the middle ring on my index finger are two parts of a wedding set: a beautiful, delicate diamond filigree engagement ring and a pavé diamond band to match. Inside the box was a folded up letter, typed on a typewriter and dated 1951. It was a letter of authenticity stating that my grandaddy had purchased the ring from so-and-so jeweler, that the stone weighed so many carats, etc.

At the bottom of the typed letter was a handwritten note from my Mimi, his wife, dated 1992, further describing the rings. It concluded, “For Meghan.”