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If you know me at all

... you know my restlessness.

I have to have change around me constantly. I can't sit still for more than half a hour and I absolutely crave action (get your mind out of the gutter).

So anyway, I had nothing better to do and I decided I need a new template.

And so voila, I now have a new template.

I alternated between about 10-15 templates. Before I settled on one. And while it looked pretty in the sample. It was much too pink for me.

And for a girl, who has just one pink shirt in her entire wardrobe, something had to go.

And there you have it, it has some flowers. It's my favourite blue and it's pretty without being too girly.

Creating a new blogroll with about 68 people on it was quite the pain in the you-know-what though, and is probably the only thing keeping me from changing my template much more often.

I hope these flowers bring you a little cheer in the midst of the gloom of the rains.

Comments

Ersa said…
nice!

i do the same...i change the template every 3 or 4 months...i haven't come across any thing i like, recently..so waiting...:-)
lostonthestreet said…
Like the new template..Haven't seen this one elsewhere :-)
Sunshine said…
baabe i love the new template!!! its gorgeous!!! i wanna change too...just no time and havent come across anything i like a lot!

can i steal urs?? :P
Sankoobaba said…
i m lazy to change my template..
this one looks great
Homecooked said…
Pretty neat Lyandra :) Looks fab! Love the blue flowers....seems very calm and serene!
Miss M said…
This post of yours reminded me of how much time i took to choose my blog template.

And although its a bit too pink for me, I settled for it simply cos it was SO me. :)

BTW, i feel the same way about pink. I have only one pink shirt in my wardrobe and I dont even wear it! ;)
Mynie said…
I think the blog looks fresh and the colours are energetic. Jest like you my love!
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Ersa: My problem is that I like a lot of things.

@ Lostonthestreet & Homecooked: Thank you very much

@ Sunshine: Sure you can, when I'm done with it that is. Which should be in a couple of days

@ Miss M: Finally a kindred soul. People have been looking down at me because of my disdain for anything pink

@ Mynie: And just like you too! Pliss don't go. Stay here.
workhard said…
The flowers look really subtle..


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neha said…
wow! 2 years..congratulations! and i've got to say that u are so so consistent!

btw nice template! i nvr get hold of such pretty ones! :-(
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Workhard : Thank you!

@ Neha: Danke you! I'm not as consistent as I'd like to be, but it's better than nothing.

And as for the templates, just do what I do, google free blog templates and scour through them all until you finally finally find one you like.

But your probably not as fussy as I am and also, much luckier, you'll find tons. I've already got about a dozen templates bookmarked.

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