The Beauty of Domesticity

As I was searching for a  - well, you know what, it doesn't matter what I was searching for - I discovered that you can buy "cosies" for white goods. Yes, the market has brought us, in its wisdom, chintz-and-lace based camo for your domestic appliances.

Look on these works, ye mighty, and despair:

A washing machine with an ugly quilt and lace cover
"How can I make my washing machine look less out of place in the drawing room? Maybe... yes, some lace and a cactus, that's the answer."

A refrigerator with a fake tapestry cover

If you have ever wished your fridge-freezer had faux tapestry pockets, your wishes are granted.


A television with an ugly lace cover
Say goodbye to your unsightly television, and welcome into the world your new Louis XIV television drapes (let's be clear, this is a SIXTY-FIVE INCH TV here... Amazon listing is "LCD TV Dust Cover Monitor Cover Need To Be Removed Cover Cloth protective sleeves (Color: Mimi Dream, Size: 65inch)" and I certainly agree with the "Need To Be Removed" bit....
Prevent dangerous, unsightly microwave energy with this beauty

Who would ever spot your water cooler when it is subtly de-emphasized thus?

You can't beat a good floral moment if you're coping with an upright washing machine.


Nowhere else to put chintz? Why not buy these attractive handle-covers so you never need to be troubled by the cold steel of your Smeg ever again?

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