Hiding the Ugly.

A lot of ugly things do not bother me. As my granny used to say, in an (unsuccessful) attempt to make me feel better about looking, well, odd:  it is the inside that counts, my dear. But there are some ugly things that I will not abide. Take an ugly electrical cord against a wall, for example.

Or the broken base of a reading lamp, cleverly fixed with metres of masking tape, and still functional, but aesthetically very unappealing.  (This desk lamp is the best one in the house, I have to add, and was knocked over by one naughty little doggie - who will remain nameless - diving for the living room window in an attempt to scare unsuspecting passing dogs).

UGLeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeY!

So I made little covers for the various offenses to my aesthetic sensibilities (neatly embroidered by moi, not the aesthetic sensibilities,obviously, but the covers) from pink ribbon ...

and grey twill tape ...

and a bit of an old black knitted top.