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New Look

My Blog finally has a new link thanks to a new Header courtesy Bloggernet. And while I love it, I would love to know what you guys think of it.

Does it go with my blog personality. If not, why?

P.S : This is my 21st Birthday Present. A blog header. I've been coveting one for a while. And finally here it is. Yay!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hey...I love your new header...the sunrays peeking through the trees.Looks very peaceful.By the way,is it your bday today?
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Homecooked : Thank you. But does it go with my blog? Is it too peaceful for my blog? Feedback please.

And my birthday was yesterday actually! And I wanted to do a post but it seemed kinda wannabe-ish. Like I wanted people to wish me, which is why I didn't do it.
Anonymous said…
Hey..whats wrong with people wishing you?

Belated Birthday wishes from me.May you have many more happy years ahead.Did you have a big bash :)

Your header looks great.Ofcourse it goes with your personality unless you want to post a pic of a storm :) Think of it this way,if you have some controversial post people will still be calmed by the pic above.
Mynie said…
The new look really doen't go with yur persoality, if you ask me. You are way too noisy and full of colour and vigour for this serene look that your blog holds now. Nah, bring in some cacophony and that would be you.

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