This morning I had blog guilt because I hadn't posted in four days. In reaction to this guilt, I had a Snickers bar for breakfast. And thus, I felt more guilt. This is the never-ending cycle of guilt. I should go down the gym.
Another thing that makes me feel guilty – and, at the same time, incredibly jealous – is The Selby. Enter tens of thousands of fabulous pictures of fabulous homes and the fabulous people that own them. All of these homes are cool. And I want to live in all of them. I take a look around my hovel that hasn't advanced (style-wise, anyway) from my student days and wish that this kaleidoscopic resource and its owner, snapper Todd Selby, offered a design service that could shower my flat in instant bohemian chic.
I am joking, of course. Kind of. I am not being objective. The Selby makes me feel guilty because I never have time (read: can never be bothered) to trawl through Deptford market for bargain trinkets and vintage furniture for 50p. And I can't afford to even browse the Habitat sale.
But my own greenfacedness aside, The Selby is a fantastic resource for couch potato interior designers (like moi). I mean, come on, how many interior design books have you read recently that depict homes as they really are, with photographs littered everywhere and sofas that look as if they've actually been sat on? And with people whose jobs you actually would like to have?
Thank goodness, then, that Todd has a book out, 'The Selby Is In Your Place', which can be yours for less than £15. I also read in the latest issue of Time Out (Issue 2070), where you can also read an interview with the Selbster himself, that he's signing copies of his instant coffee table cool-ifier at Selfridges on Oxford Street from 6-7pm. Gimme! (Omgz news just in: Todd's signing is cancelled as of Mon Apr 19 due to the volcano of doom. Sorry Selbettes. Thanks to Hot Breath Karaoke for this important nugget).
Realise that this post is getting drivelsome. But I, like, totally need to show you some photies. Click here to be taken to my Best of The Selby (more reading: things I'd actually quite like).