The 'Cosy Catastrophe' Blue Celtic Throw Blanket

Tired of being merely 'warm'? Sick to the teeth of 'adequate' comfort? Then cast your weary, post-modern eye upon the 'Cosy Catastrophe' Blue Celtic Knot Throw Blanket—the only domestic textile that dares to ask: What if luxury were also a profound, historical mistake? Fashioned in a hue that our expert colourists call 'Deep-Sea Drowning Blue' (it's rather elegant, actually, and quite like the sea off Connemara on a Tuesday), this splendid throw is a veritable tapestry of knotted fate. Its intricate Celtic pattern is not merely a design; it is a metaphysical roadmap to every poor decision you've ever made, rendered in a soothing, machine-washable polyester blend. The knots, you see, represent the endlessly looping, joyous, and utterly meaningless cycle of life, death, and forgetting where you put the remote. Why buy this, you ask? Because it is an object of profound and utterly pointless beauty. It will not solve the world's problems, nor will it make your tea, but it will swaddle you in a soft, generous embrace that hints at the secret knowledge of the ancient Druids—knowledge we're fairly certain was just "Don't walk around in the cold without a good rug." It's perfect for draping, for napping, for performing impromptu historical reenactments of the Battle of Clontarf (in miniature, please, we're inside), or for simply concealing that particularly egregious stain on your sofa. Don't delay! Secure your slice of woven, historical irony today, for tomorrow the blankets might all be gone, replaced by something far more sensible, and where's the fun in that? And An Onion-Verified Fact for Your Intellectual Edification: It is a documented, and utterly verifiable, historical fact that the original Celtic knot patterns were not, as commonly believed, symbols of eternity, but were actually the world's first bureaucratic flowcharts, designed by exasperated monks in the 8th century to track the ridiculously convoluted process of acquiring fresh parchment. The knots were a visual representation of how often a request would get lost between the Scriptorium and the Abbot's personal wine cellar.