New blog is coming.
New version of OLD blog is coming.
Improved blog of (sob) beloved blog is coming.
I love my blog. I love how it looks, how pointlessly old-fashioned it is, how only-texty, how it doesn't scream at you, only gently says, "Hello, here's what has been happening, isn't it lovely/funny/touching," and "By the way, here's something you could whip up for supper."
I don't want to lose any of that, so I'm panicking a bit. A bit as I felt when I stood by and watched Avery have her first major haircut, from little-girl to "hairdo." Of course she was even more beautiful when she emerged, and still recognizable, but something of the Original, the Baby, was gone.
I just previewed two versions of The New And Improved Kristen in London. Made some suggestions (gently, this fellow owns my life right now!), tried to decide if I was being too picky... sighed over the completely new look...
I shall survive. It's only a matter of days before you, Dear Readers, are presented with the new choice. Then you can weigh in, and how I hope you WILL! We will tweak her (sorry, it) together. (Clearly, I have some issues going on here with adolescence in general, whether it's my daughter's or my blog's! All mothers want babies to stay small, even if they have better conversations with them when they're 13. For SURE).
Bear with me. Change is coming. And they say, change is... good. Don't they?