recently, i discovered the world that is "blog backgrounds."
this has been a dangerous discovery.
i was pretty happy with my happy little bird on my background, but then tonight i looked at my blog and the pretty little bird was gone.
in its place was something very plain. i don't even remember the color. pink, i think.
and this would not do, because if i remember correctly, it wasn't even a pretty pink. it was an anemic pink. and who wants an anemic pink background for their blog?
so, i went to the cutest blog on the block website, where i was completely overwhelmed (even though this is where i got my last blog background), and then i did a little blog background googling. and i discovered shabby blogs. i think i tried nearly all of their backgrounds on my blog. but i was so picky!
one was too perky.
another too dark.
some of them i wanted to like because of the titles (french linen, sleeping porch, poet and painter, daydream believer). some of them i thought i would like until i actually put them on my blog, and then i hated them. i ended up choosing fairy forest, which was actually the first background i tried. i don't even know if it is my favorite background. but i had to STOP. because i was getting obsessive. and fretful. and suddenly the process because arduous rather than fun.
i wonder how many times i changed my background tonight.
i wonder if the process of choosing a blog background actually deserves an entire blog entry all to itself.
it's all i've got.
oh. one more thing. tomorrow, at revolution, i am supposed to bring a symbol of something beautiful that i've seen, because we are finishing up the renditions series with a conversation about beauty and justice (i just totally stole that wording from the revolution fb page. is that copyright infringement?). i am not even at home to pick something out, because my home is very un-beautiful right now as matt is, probably right this second, ripping up my kitchen (while i engage in inane activities like blog background hunting). what should i bring? i might take in my new journal. it is still wrapped up in its crinkly barnes and noble bag, but every once in awhile i peek in the bag. i can't actually write in it until i finish the one i have (which is very close to being complete). i do think my new journal beautiful. Here's what it looks like.
actually, here's what i would really like to know: if i were to ask you to show me a symbol of something beautiful that you have seen, what would you show me?