SXSW 2010

Yep, it's that time of year again. SXSW has taken over Austin, so yesterday we took Ike out and had a lovely afternoon. First we hit Emo's to see The Magic Kids, and at least 15 people asked to take pictures of Ike in his Peltor headphones within a span of 30 minutes. Then we headed out to the French Legation (which is a super fabulous and totally under utilized venue) to catch The Antlers, Sharon Van Etten and Julianna Barwick, who were all both pretty good.

Tomorrow, if the stupid weather cooperates (thunderstorms, say what???!) I'm going out to partay sans Baby Ike, which marks the first night out on the town mama will fly solo in, oh, I don't know... EIGHT MONTHS. I'm hoping to catch all kinds of awesome acts, including Rye Rye, Broken Bells and The Black Keys, plus lots of sweet new discoveries. But most importantly, I want to get into Perez Hilton's closing bash so I can hang with Snoop Dogg. I'm sure Snoop will serenade me with the version of Sensual Seduction I rewrote for him, but not if we can't get in. So Perez, please send me some passes and I will broadcast your pink shenanigans for the world for thousands to see on Monday morning. Otherwise I will be forced to party like a Momstar again with Ike at the French Legation.

Actually, that don't sound half bad.

Have a good weekend, homies!

Lasers in General

You dudes may remember that not even an entire month ago I got my act together and finally put my horse print up for sale on etsy.  Well, it was such a darn good time I've gone and done it again.

Lasers in General is my newest piece, printed in (ahem) METALLIC GOLD and black, he's 26" of pure shiny federalist awesomeness.  Limited edition prints are for sale on etsy HERE.  Why do they cost less than the horsey?  Because it's smaller and was much easier and less expensive to print.  Bada bing.

Thank you, Erin, for your lovely photography and styling skillz.  Don't you guys j'adore the eagle lamps with the general print?  Can I get a whatwhat?

CLICK HERE to check out Lasers in General on Etsy

And to grab one of the last horsey prints, CLICK HERE

Beware the The Ides Of March

In beautiful Austin, spring has sprung. Trees are budding out, the days are getting longer and warmer, and I have turned into a basketcase. There's something about the young, fresh air that drives me to purge every nook and cranny of what I foolishly thought was a clean and tidy home. To that end, we finally purchased a new, non shedding rug. Hooray! Death to the dastardly woolen tumbleweeds that threatened to colonize our corners! Problem is, now we gotta do something with the old rug that's currently rolled into a giant, misshapen lump on the kitchen floor. It's always something.

I know I should take some pictures of the living room and show you how awesome! and lovely! the new rug is, but I'm tired from all the cleaning and rearranging.

Plus I'm more than a little annoyed that no matter how hard I work, the entire house seems to be moving towards a state of entropy. How? Why? Physics, you are biznatch.

It's not all Hoarders up in here, but I'm really unsure of how best to contain the chaos that keeps cropping up. Should I ignore it? Cover up the worst and pray for the best?

Oh, and since Ike is now mobile, I desperately need to baby proof EVERYTHING. Guess what? Babies love to eat paper. And leaves. And woolly carpet tumbleweeds. So I can either watch sweet baby Ike every. single. second. Or, I can take some preventative measures.

I suppose I could try to distract him with an awesome custom built playhouse... Dear Child Protective Services, I promise that I am just kidding. Mostly.

Or maybe I just need to build him a sweet playpen. Joke? Not a joke? I'll decide and let you know later.

With Ike safely contained, I could finally get some rest.

And perhaps the new, refreshed me would be more inclined to bring order to the rest of the house, although I'm not sure that Ike and Ben would truly appreciate my unique sense of organization.

I think I'm going to have to invest some serious time into making our home hospital clean and romper room safe, but there are so many other things I'd like to do besides endlessly endlessly endlessly cleaning. Just the thought makes me want to bang my head against the wall.

So tell me dudes -- and I know I may be asking you to reveal your dirty little secrets -- do you clean your home yourself? How much time do you spend doing it? Or do you hire someone? Is it worth it? Can someone just tell me where the magic cleaning wand is already?

Photos by Matthieu Lavanchy. Check out all his weirdly awesome work here.