So as I mentioned before and hopefully you noticed (because I love nothing more than people who care about and are vested in my blog), I changed my blog template after six years of Minima to a sexy little number called Typography. I did it myself. It was easy and I was proud. Late that night I got an e-mail from "The Blog Fairy" telling me she loved me, was a fan, and wanted to make a header for my blog.
It's happening, I thought. And so I want to give a little advice to my blogging friends out there. Just keep writing. Make bullet lists of all the things you hate. Document your kids' outlandish behavior. Take pictures of your Halloween decorations. Never apologize for loving Harry Potter and Star Wars--Nay, celebrate every geeky interest and nerdy obsession: X-Files, wands, Lord of the Rings--write unceasingly and tirelessly about what you love with special emphasis on Robert Plant and one day maybe six years from now you too will receive a special e-mail from a fairy in the night. I hope you do.
But if you don't, just look at her website. She tells you her prices and describes the process. I never knew how any of this worked and was afraid to ask designers for a bid because I didn't know if it would be around $50 or $5,000. By the way, a favicon is $10. Don't know what a favicon is? You're on your own. (I don't either.)
So the next thing I know the blog fairy is asking me what I like. I told her everything I like is mannish so she would have to work hard to make me seem not butch. I told her I didn't mind seeming like a geek but didn't want to seem too techie. I told her I had no vision or creativity. I sent her these images--no links to blogs I like the look of or any kind of coherent description of what I wanted--just these images:
"And I like wood grain," I concluded.
The miracle of it is that she came up with a header for me at all instead of saying, "You are a lunatic. Forget I ever contacted you." Plus it doesn't look butch--that's the beauty and the brains of the blog fairy.
"And while you're at it could you make the time on the clock be my birthday?" I asked. She did it. And the sad thing is that I thought of this idea because on X-Files the time on the clock is always Chris Carter's wife's birthday. That's where I got the idea. But the really sad thing is that I wanted my birthday on it, not my husband's. What kind of person am I? Who acts like this and makes these requests? In my defense, I've waited six whole years to be fancy. And now look at me. HOW YA LIKE ME NOW?
I keep saying "How ya like me now?" It makes me laugh because I often "rap" that phrase to my kids while doing awful gyrations and dancing. It's really the worst. That phrase is one of the funniest things ever in terms of over-confidence and when you are old and lame and slightly chubby and not considered cool at all by your kids it's not only dumb and embarrassing--it's really quite ghastly. I just realized it is the exact contemporary equivalent of my mom gyrating and dancing while singing, "If you want my body and you think I'm sexy come on baby let me know!" which was also quite ghastly. And wonderful.
So there you have it. I think it's a terrific header. I hope everyone likes it.