Good grief! I’ve been playing with the set up of a new blog for hours. Literally. I had it pretty well set up late yesterday afternoon then decided I wanted to look at other theme options. (I can’t even remember why!). In the process, of course, I managed to lose the one I had and by the time I decided I wanted to go back to it, about two hours later, it was gone. Gone.
That led to five more hours of trying to find it and trying other theme options. I was dozing at the keyboard when my husband suggested I’d be more comfortable sleeping in bed.
I woke in the middle of the night (I’m always so brilliant then — see my post on how I write best in the middle of the night, even if it’s always just in my brain.) with a clever idea of how to get the original theme back. So, first thing this morning I ran to the computer and, sigh, I’ve been at it for two more hours. No coffee, nothing, just determination to find the bleeping theme that I had before. No luck, obviously.
You know how when time passes you begin to forget the bad and remember only the good? It’s the thing that makes Americans wipe the slate clean for past presidents and celebrities. Well, within a matter of hours of losing the first theme, I’m doing exactly that. The first theme was perfection! The exact header I wanted, nice type style and a readable size, nice colors, perfect column width……..perfection!
Now I can’t settle for anything but that perfect theme. I’m doomed. So is the second blog, probably. Maybe losing that theme is a sign that it wasn’t meant to be, even if I don’t feel like I’m quite ready to give up the search.
I’m going to get some breakfast and coffee, do some laundry, vacuum, get some exercise and then come back and try again.
It’s amazing how picky I can be.