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Extreme Makover, Blogger Edition

It's me, only better!! With summer arriving, I was needing a new look, so I've changed the curtains and the carpet, but don't worry--I still live here. I scooped up the design from a blogger I like to read. She offers some great designs for free, but will even make you a custom one if you want. Her name is Zoot and she is really funny.

Anywhooo, it was a scary proposition to hit that "save my changes" button, especially considering I know not a stitch of HTML and really had no idea what I was doing. Guess I should have considered more carefully when I first created that mean, green thing that was me just this morning! Anyway, this is the Extreme Makover, Blogger Edition.

Comments

JenLo said…
You have no idea how long it took me to switch from one ready-made template to another ready-made template. I couldn't get the green one back even if I wanted to.
6/05/2006 9:53 PM
Anonymous said…
I LOVE IT! Can you hear me?
6/05/2006 10:53 PM
Anonymous said…
Woops... Hey, that was me,

- Debbie Stewart

Hey... I can't say I LOVE IT enough...
6/05/2006 10:54 PM
Peter said…
It's Nice.
6/06/2006 10:01 AM
Anonymous said…
The minute I clicked on your page I loved it. Will her designs work for Yahoo 360?
6/06/2006 3:52 PM
Anonymous said…
By the way that's me...your little sis. abb
6/06/2006 3:53 PM
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