She offered to help me out a long time ago (way back when I had that lovely cloud header on my blog for the longest time) but I have issues. I'll just quote an old post and explain how I "work" when talking to blog designers:
Here is the thing about having me work with a blog designer. The process goes kind of like this:So yeah. It took a while.
"So, Sue, what would you like your blog to look like?"
"I don't know."
"What colors do you like?"
"All of them."
"Do you want a cartoon person at the top?"
"Yes. No. Probably no. I don't know. Maybe yes. No."
"OK, I'm not really getting a sense of what you want here."
"Help me out here, Sue."
"Read my archives, then it will probably just come to you. Like in a vision."
"When could you have that done by, do you think?"
On Thursday I came crawling back to Caroline, begging for forgiveness and mercy and cute sidebars and she whipped up my blog make-over in something like fifteen point five seconds flat. It was astonishing.
Come see my blog now, I look like a Real Blogger. She's like the Blue Fairy of blog-land. Go see her and take a peek at her portfolio. (She's not paying/bribing/blackmailing me into saying this, I'm just VERY VERY EXCITED.) (I even have a blog button.) (I don't even know what to think about that.)
I got a package in the mail yesterday from my sister Diana, opened it up, and found this t-shirt:
(If you don't get the reference, go read the 1st P.S. on this post.)
How much do I love it?
Oh, so very much.
(I'm full of love for inanimate objects this week.)
I wore it when I
I sort of miss my crazy diet, with it's daily losses and it's reassuring routine of daily starvation. It's much harder to have to choose what to eat. I end up wandering around the kitchen, feeling confused and unable to decide and thinking about carbs. Yesterday I ate three hard boiled eggs and then finally broke down at 9PM and choked down some chicken. I'm not doing it on purpose, it just turns out that eating is just not as much fun without sugar.
But even though I MISS sugar, I am not craving it. It's so bizarre. Seriously, there is a cupcake on the counter right now, and you guys, for all I care it could be BROCCOLI. This is quite the change, because during the first three days of the diet all I could think about was sugar.
I kept buying my husband and kids treats in an effort to live vicariously through them. I made brownies for my kids and then sat and watched them eat and asked questions like:
"Is that good?"
"Do you like it?"
"Tell me about it."
I kept feeding my husband candy bars and then trying to make out with him just to get a calorie-free taste, but he said it made him feel cheap and used, so I had to quit it.
I haven't had breakfast yet so I think I'm going to go wander around the kitchen staring at things for a while.
Happy Saturday everyone.
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