Yesterday, I posted about gemstones, and shiny rocks that have always garnered our attention and approval. Today, the metal we praise above all others, that endlessly malleable element we know as gold gets my time.
We have fought wars, proclaimed victories, celebrated marriage contracts, and praised our endless gods with it. And of course, we have slapped it onto our bodies in every way we can conceive of, including surgical attachments. Its place in the lexicon of Attire is assured based on thousands of years of non-stop use. And I don't just mean the real deal, but anything we have contrived to imitate its luster and radiance.