There is really quite little to say about the whole business, as all those involved considered the matter to be rather amicable and uneventful. Although the extraterrestrial visitors were received with all due hospitalities, including the proper banquet, the composed civilities the gnomes offered their visitors did not extend beyond the welcome that was usually reserved for the gnomes' neighbours, or the mail man, or pixies, fairies, wood trolls and other such mundane visitors.
Obviously, this all changed when the Gnomes turned on the Baumholm Evening News on their tiny television sets: after all, the results of the elections in the Faroe Islands where expected, and events like that concern gnomekind all over the globe. In a harmless, but certainly not consequenceless, instance of cultural miscommunication, the aliens understood this as the start of a ferocious technology-based bragging contest. Seeing as how the Gnomes had not yet upgraded their television from antenna to cable, the contest turned out to be a short one. The space-age technology imported was shiny and magnificent: sleek, white armoured suits, made of a material that was not quite metal, nor quite plastic. In the boots, rocket thrusters propelled the unearthly space-gnomes to a distance above the Treehouse floor, where they hovered and displayed magnificent images of their home planet on holographs emitted from the wings of the flight suits.
Most surprising was a little ball, which the aliens placed on the floor. To be more precise, that which attracted awe was not the ball itself, but what happened after it was activated. It started first to glow, then to pulsate. Bright images flashed through the room, and a gust of wind blew everything out of place. Soon, the whole Treehouse started to change. Clutter and dark matter was vapourized. Colours changed. The natural light seemed to become amplified. Huge projections materialised high upon the walls, changing -along with the colours of many details in the Treehouse such as the doorknob and the windowsills- on the mere whim of a change of collective will of the gnomes. The shelves in the right corridor were ordened, and replaced into futuristic hologram-cabinets sliding soundlessly out of the left wall.
It is said that afterwards, the aliens left. The gnomes now vehemently claim that yes, they did politely offer the aliens a place to stay for the night, but the aliens refused even though they promised to cash in the offer at a more convenient moment.
This is one version of the story of how Whatsinatreehouse changed its looks. In all honesty, it's as unreliable as any part of the gnomes' history, legend and mythology. Nevertheless, I've learned never to contradict the gnomes when they are telling a story, as in any case, it often makes a far more interesting narrative than that of a young lady and her friend, neither of whom know how to code, sitting at a desk, trying to make a template work on her blogger account. Whichever version of the story you prefer, I do hope you like the new look.