Know that you are loved

Despite the few nagging physics chapters that need to be finished up from the school year, I am in full project mode here at Lylium HQ. In addition to beginning a rather large web job at the moment, I am, as I mentioned previously, attempting to rework Lylium.org’s design before next week’s Webvisions conference. On top of it all, this week is another Savanna week, meaning that I am unable to work until the evenings most days this week.

So last night I worked quite a bit on the new Lylium.org design. And as I finished my Photoshop session and got ready to go to bed, I looked back on the evening’s work with a firm sense of satisfaction, convinced that I had progressed the design to the point where I could begin coding it this afternoon.

But when I reopened Photoshop today, and after showing the design to my parents, my toughest critics, we all decided that it was missing that ‘je ne sais quois’—that indescribable spark of whimsy that sneaks into my writing and gives Lylium.org the bizarre little flavor that it has.

So I did what any sensible person would do to help the design along. I went into the backyard and shot 124 photographs of my shoes.

What?

You know, the shoes—the inscrutable reddish-orangeish-brownish blobs gracing my current header image. I did not include the shoes in my new design, and I honestly feel like it was part of its downfall. Sure, the image I chose for the new header is nice, but it lacked that special “you can’t quite tell if it’s leather shoes or someone’s arm with big hairy moles arranged in patterns” quality that my current header displays so nicely.

So as I said before, in a moment of perverse determination I grabbed my camera, put on my red leather shoes, and tromped outside to get as many pictures as I could before the light went. And that number turned out to be one hundred and twenty-four.

One hundred and twenty-four pictures of my feet in my shoes without socks standing on the deck, without socks standing in the grass, with socks standing on the deck, with socks standing in the grass, with socks hanging backwards off of a lawn chair and shooting my feet in the air… I was a girl on a mission, and I did not care HOW ridiculous I looked in the process. I mean, honestly—you know that I care about your blog experience if I will hang backwards off of a lawn chair just to ensure a satisfying new design.

… Or I am just a neurotic perfectionist.

But EITHER WAY, you should know that you are loved. Remember that if the blogging is sparse this week while I finish this design.

Posted on Tuesday, July 11th, 2006 at 9:33 pm.
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