So I typed out a fabulously pithy post this morning about changing templates here at the Lettuce and in my own life, and, as is the way with marvelous prose that I’ve created, the Universe ate it. I think it might have belched afterward and asked for a mint.
The gist was that I’ve been thinking a lot about changing the template, if you will, of my life and starting with something new that looks and feels different, and this morning I was totally on board with that idea. By tonight, though, after loads of fighting with Flickr and Blogger and my own Old Lady Brain, I’m thinking maybe familiar is best. Give me a few days, I will have changed templates a dozen times.
The picture over there was taken at Tiffany’s in NYC on my Spring Break trip in 1997. I was still single, still in love with Audrey Hepburn and acting and the theatre. I had been to the UK for six weeks two years prior and it had changed my life. I didn’t have any greyhounds or an English husband or an ex-husband or any of that. I was just me, that version of me…that template.
Is there a limit on how many times you can change a template out? Hope not.