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Fall Remodel

Our garage is 16 feet high. The shelves that hold Thelma's seasonal decorations are 14 feet high. One of the many things I love about her is the way she transforms our home throughout the year to match the seasons. It's technically still summer in the Pacific Northwest so our home is accented with American flags and treasures from the beach. In a week or so I can expect to see a sudden increase in apples and freshly shaved pencils.

Thelma takes the same approach to her blog. Fall is just around the corner, as is a new look and feel for her site. As long as I don't take too long, she'll probably let me tinker with building her a new template. I figure to have about two hours to get it done. Three or four hours if the book she is reading is a good one.

For this blog I use the same basic template as Ammon and Melanee on Life in a Dahl House, but we have different settings. They're young and hip so they go with a black background, a modern san-serif font and aren't afraid to display pictures of themselves. I, on the other hand, am old, boring and easily irritated so I stick with a white background, a traditional font and hide my mug off the screen.

I don't think just playing around with the basic Blogger templates is going to cut it for Thelma this time. I have to be willing to venture behind the HTML tab where I'm bound to encounter goodies like this:

<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" ?
!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd">

Working for Amazon.com as I do, you'd think a little XHTML wouldn't scare me much. You'd be wrong. I hire smart people who know that stuff just so I don't have to. Maybe Thelma would be better off taking pictures of her scrap book pages and posting those online instead.

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Thelma said…
I am reading a good book right now so if you're willing to help, I would welcome it. If for no other reason so I don't have the soul shattering, ego trampling experience of having you tell me my blog is ugly. It's not by the way. Just think of me as Amish. They purposefully flaw the things they do to remind themselves that no one can be perfect. See, I didn't want you to be intimidated by my perfection. I am if nothing else, looking out for you!
August 29, 2008 at 9:37 AM
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