There's Horror in Trial and Error
*shudders*
Matty left for Zambia at 12:50am today, and not having been able to talk to him on the phone all day, I was filling in time until he rung from the airport. I decided to do this by giving my beautiful blog a make-over. Ooooh, yeah. Make-over...
I knew for certain I wanted to go black background. That was fairly simple. It was the picture that proved painful since it was originally black & white and it just wouldn't "fit" in. I tried every colour combination in the book: some ugly green (which I can't believe I was actually thinking was 'alright' after staring at it so long) and purple; then purple and pink like before, but the pink just came out looking like some pasty watermelon red (it was seriously gross); then I tried to concoct some turquoise combination with the purple, but I've always had a problem with turquiose...a worse problem than with the green, so that left pretty quick; which all landed me back with just my lovely purple...
That prosed problems as well. For my photo was still white at that time and with the purple it looked "left out". I finally got this brain-wave to colour it purple. Duh. So, yes, that's where it all went. Purple. It's a rather monotonous colour scheme, but for now it seems to work ok. It's gonna have to stick around until I can figure out some highlight colour that doesn't look *odd* with the purple, anyhow. ;)
Oh, and Matty did eventually ring. At exactly midnight. He managed to drag half the sleepy inhabitants of the house out to wish him a sweet goodbye, which is rather a feat considering how obsessive my whole family is with holding onto sleep once they've slipped into it.
On a total subject change: I really like *Isky's photo...I was actually going to put another of hers up (two white orchids), but when I went to get it I found this one and without a fight it won over the other. I think it's because this one tells a story. Though, not really a set story, but more like those ones where you make it your *own* story, for each one of us has a small part inside that is ever withdrawn--absent--from the world. Sometimes at peace; somtimes hiding the tears.
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