Funnily enough, as a child I thought the idea of gold anything was repulsive. It was only recently that I began embracing it in all its glamorous glory. Whether it’s in the form of twinkling lights, perfectly wrapped parcels* or oversize mirrors, this metallic hue always adds an instant hit of class. These days, I just can’t get enough.
*to date, my grandmother is the only one I know who still refers to any wrapped box as a parcel. I kind of love it and I’m secretly hoping it will catch back on. Note: she also refers to pants as slacks and the couch as the chesterfield. I love grandparents.