It's lucky that brass and plasticky gold still counts as gold otherwise he couldn't follow his collecting instinct and build up his hoard. For a while now he's been mentioning that he'd like a treasure chest in his room (the little plastic or cardboard ones don't count), so this holiday I got the old toy box (flat-packed B&Q job you screw together yourself) that he used to have out of the shed, removed the snail droppings from it, and set about transforming it.
A couple of coats of thick brown paint...
and it looked lovely and chocolatey.
Then I used the roll of thin brass metal I've had for years
to cut corners and punch holes into them to use brads to look like nails or tacks or studs in the corners.
When varnished the box had a deep rich colour and was ready for a lining...
which of course had to be gold,
and then to be placed in situ and filled with all the treasure he possessed.
That was a process executed with reverence and love.
And the verdict from the gold-obsessed creature? "We need more gold to fill it to here!"
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