Ever notice yourself getting old? I received confirmation that my party days had finally gone to bed for good earlier this year when I chose to splurge not on a pair of dancing shoes or a look-at-me dress, but a blanket. It was further confirmed when I found myself secretly wishing away the long summer so that I could finally snuggle under it. Who am I?
Blankets semaphore domesticity, comfort and early nights. They are the Horlicks of homeware. But this season they have acquired the unlikely mantle of an It accessory. I should interject here by ’fessing up that my purchase was Dhs3,500 from one of the final Céline collections.