In this case “inherited” may be the wrong word, but these fine pieces of paper came my way:
These were actually handmade by my sister Zangmo. She has a degree in sculpture and back in her university days she took a papermaking class. As a special project she made a variety of distressed papers treated with natural elements and, in the example on the left, rust.
(The one on the right was, as I understand it, placed on the ground during a rainstorm and then the splatters were traced with ink.)
As Zangmo culled her belongings (before moving to a Buddhist monastery where she’s taking nun vows), she was about to toss the paper when I came to the rescue.
They look even cooler close up:
It was a timely gift: my reserves of handmade paper had completely run out, and the local area doesn’t offer much in the way of replacement. Now I have enough paper for another run of scrolls.