It taught me quite a bit. Mainly, that I am not fabulous. Not even a little bit.
Some selected quotes:
"From the ankles up, you could be dressed like Coco Chanel, but with any of these [unsuitable pictured shoes] on your feet, your style quotient will never be higher than that of the guy who runs the Tilt-A-Whirl...comfort doesn't matter."
"Plopping a bunch of disparately designed products on your countertops is like wearing those free T-shirts companies give away when launching new motor oil."
"I believe refrigerators are for keeping Sauvignon Blanc chilled to 38 degrees, not for displaying children's art. Put a corkboard up in Johnny's room and pin his works where he can enjoy them."
So...no homemade, indoor windsock then?
"And toys. How many parents have their fabulousness quotient disastrously diminished due to their entire dwelling being under Barbie siege?"
Oh, dear. We certainly aren't very fabulous.
I don't even want to know what he thinks of our paper blinds:
Before I drink away my sorrows with a decidedly non-fabulous Subtle Melon Electrolyte Drink, let me point out this one detail:
Because I checked this book out of the library, Clinton Kelly didn't get a single red cent from me,
That, my friends, is fabulous indeed.