I am reformatting right now. It started with my whole life, and trickled down to my blog - sort of backwards, but what are you going to do? I can't wait to decorate and reformat my new living space. However, in the meantime, I came across the new template designer on Blogger. And of course I was compelled to try it out. I ended up with a pretty hideous blog there for a week or so, and just realized how bad it was tonight when trying to show my college English students how to sign up for a blog. I pulled mine up on the projector and winced. Everyone was very polite, but I had to bite my cheek to go on with the lesson until I could fix it on a break. Whew. New matchy colors and a pleasant pink stripe have eased my design pain for a little while, and I will try not to think of this debacle ever again. But it's still not right. Be careful of compulsions in your non-Martha world. Sometimes inspiration is not inspiration, but obsession. And obsession is not usually very pretty - and your bunny ends up paying the price.
I need to meet a nice graphic designer who can hook me up with the funkiest blog on the block, but until then - or until I get my own copy of CS4 - I will work with the resources I have. Like the fabulous black and white damask curtains that are now hung in my 5th residence in 2 years (3rd in 5 months). This brings me to my lesson for this section of my life and the oh-so-important sub-theme for this post - the resourcefulness, not the damask. Perhaps like many of you, I have emerged from this difficult recessionary period a humbler, more grateful version of myself. With a rather intense ironic streak that may have been buried for a while, and an equally intense dependence on damask. (It's on my dishes and coffee cups, too, but I'm not obsessed. Really.) Viva la modern Victorian!
