I designed a website.
And then I built it.
Now of course I would not have been able to do it on my own. The shade of my heart had to hold my hand the whole way. (much to the disappointment of the nap he was trying to take) But I learned some basics in Dreamweaver and did most (well i think most) of the busy work myself (if you count my hand on the mouse and him yelling out directions from the other room).
I named images so we would register on google searches. I made an email graphic so spiders couldn't spam us.
It was so much crapping fun. I thought all about it at work today. I schemed in my head.
I thought about being an artist. I thought about the old days when I used to paint. I thought about the satisfaction of creating something pretty.
I was so excited (but then again that could have been the coffee i had for breakfast and lunch) until i got home and tried to do it again.
For a moment I fancied myself some kind of designer.
Turns out it was a fluke.
Now don't get me wrong... I love what i did. It's just that it must have been beginners luck. It seemed to go together so easily.
sigh.
