my occasional musings on life, love, art, perfume ... what else is there?

5.13.2008

Falling Out of Love

You start to notice the little things.
Like how you don't post as much.
Like how you never learned to use your digital camera to post your own visuals.
Like how you now hate the color scheme that you tried to superimpose over the kind but Levittown-esque Blogger template.
Like how even your faithful three (maybe up to six) readers agree with you that your Blog is boring.
At least you still like the name.
So ... what do you do when you have to break up with your blog?
You knock the whole damn thing down (after taking time to sift through the 799 previous posts {YES, THIS IS ACTUALLY THE 800TH POST} to see what's worth saving)
And start over.
Look for a New and Different C'est Chic coming soon.

9 Comments:

Blogger Doug said...

I'm scared,

8:22 PM

 
Blogger Ariel the Thief said...

LOL Mireille! Stop saying the old one is boring, it is not. I am excited to see the new one.

10:22 PM

 
Blogger Ariel the Thief said...

And congratulations!

10:33 PM

 
Blogger Trina said...

*intrigued*...

11:37 PM

 
Blogger actonbell said...

I dreamed about Maleficent last night, such an unsettling coincidence. And I don't think your blog is at all boring.
About pictures: it takes so long for me to download one of my own, and then they're not worth the effort! Woe is I.
Have fun with the reinvention:)

3:49 PM

 
Blogger WinterWheat said...

Fine, cool, just as long as you don't split for good.

2:42 PM

 
Blogger Ariel the Thief said...

The love you can fall out of was never really a love, maybe admiration or desire or self-loving. There is nothing wrong with those, though. But we are so confused and call everything love because we don't know what it really is. But I guess this is not your blog I am talking about. :-) What about the new template? *taps, taps*

6:53 AM

 
Blogger mireille said...

oh, Ariel, sweetie. Go play with Doug. xoxo

8:53 PM

 
Blogger tsduff said...

I think making a new blog would be as scary as cutting your hair. (I never cut mine anymore) Good luck!

2:07 PM

 

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