What should I wear?

These 4 little words are enough to drive any man to despair; they're right up there with "Do I look fat in this dress?" and the dreaded "Is she prettier than me?". Of course, the right answer is yes to both, but if you like your life, you'll say no. Which leads me to my current post - what should my blog wear? And my tumblelog too while we are at it.

Till I plunged headlong into the wild jungle that is otherwise called blogger templates, I had no idea there were so many. I literally spent hours trying on different themes to pick out one which offered me both functionality and cool. To be quite honest, I haven't tried on so many clothes for myself in my entire life!

Finally, as you can see, I settled on The Reflections template by Cebong Ipiet for my blog, as it had all the functionality I wanted. It could auto summarize posts, display a thumbnail of the pictures, had a space for featured content and to top it all off, it was a combo of my favorite colors – black, blue and white.

Then started my next foray into the theming jungle. This time for my tumblelog. This was a much simpler task as the number of themes were less and applying them is a snap vs. - a - vs. Blogger. Anyway to cut a long story short, I ended up with a black theme here too.

This particular theme called ‘Mac envy’ is part of the default template collection offered by Tumblr itself. The best part of this theme was that it could display quotes in different sizes according to the word count and since quotes make up the bulk of my posts, it suited me perfectly.

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