Thursday, 31 May 2012

Southside Tea Room Morningside: Light Roast, Dirty chai, Baby Friendly, Best Service Cafe in Brisbane

I recently had the pleasure of drinking and eating at Southside Tea Room in Morningside, Brisbane. If I had to sum up my experience in ten words or less I would say: Quirky decor, friendly service, sensational coffee, delicious food, fuck yes.

I love snacks, and so couldn't help but order one of everything: a vanilla cupcake, a ricotta and tomato tart and also a sandcake. Alright, I shared the tart and sandcake with my mummy (hi mum!) but wasn't quick enough on the sandcake and only had a mouthful- my first impression was "mmmmmm, icing", but that was as far as it went because by the time I'd finished my cupcake mum had wolfed down the cake. Apparently it was delicious. The vanilla cupcake overturned all previous experience I have had with vegan and gluten free food- it was delicious, remarkably so. Not just good on the vegan/gluten free scale of food (which can be hit and miss, and mostly miss)- but seriously good on any scale of delish

I wavered over whether to buy a Selter, a Doctor Pepper or a hot chocolate, when John told me about his special dirty chai: chai latte with a shot of espresso, AKA the best drink I have ever bought, . The d-c was made by John (guided by the experienced hands of Raven, Brisbane foodies might recall her gorgeousness from The Flamingo Cafe) with Dramanti beans. The house roast is a light roast, sweet and flavoursome- no need to add sugar to your coffee here, the light roast isn't at all bitter. If you are more of a hot chocolate fan, try it with almond milk, a Southside specialty. 

While I was there another young family stopped in with a gorgeous little bub named Liam. We shared a table and chatted about how awesome babies are, pausing only to savor our tasty treats and sip our beverages. Afterwards I was kicking myself for not mentioning that I had a competition (finishes tomorrow!) that Liam's mummy might like to enter. Nevermind, I just may bump into her again as I intend on making Southside my regular. All the cool people get their drinks there- even Kevin Rudd!

If you live in Brisbane, you simply must stop in to Southside Tea Room.

Open from 7am-1pm weekdays, 8:30-2:30 weekends
639 Wynnum Rd
Morningside Queensland 4170

Monday, 28 May 2012

I'm Feeling: Overwhelmed. Returning To Work After Having A Baby: Brunette And Hating It.

You look fabulous! It's been over a week since we last connected and I have to say I have missed you terribly. I hope you've been having a sensationally sexy time. You certainly look it! Have you had a chance to enter the draw to win a cool CD of instrumental lullaby versions of Pixies songs? You definitely should- you'll be in with a good chance, and if you don't win this prize, you can always try for my next one (soon! check this space!).

And now flow the excuses for being absent for so long: Last week I started back to work after one year on maternity leave. It feels like I never left. It is kind of overwhelming to be back and for all to be exactly the same- but with slight differences. I'm constantly finding little changes- every minute is bringing a new surprise. I'll write more about the experience soon, suffice to say I am wiped out and want beer and a hug. I'll have to settle for tea and missing my handsome hubby- he is off on a military exercise until tomorrow. My world is coloured poo brown when he isn't around to liven up life.

Going for walks helps brighten a dull mood.

Other things that are poo brown are (apart from poo, because that is just a daily occurrence. Everybody poos.) my sons bear suit- he was given two (one was a infant size, shown to great effect in this post) and has now grown into the larger size- BEARBY Ver 2.0! The best brown thing ever. Photo's soon!

Also, I had to dye my hair back to a boring colour, and consequently I am now a brunette. A badly dyed brunette, with zany purple patches. My plan is to sneak in some coloured highlights, and then some low lights. And then hopefully go back to what I affectionately refer to as 'happy hair', because brown hair is sad face inducing. My pout is enormous. I could trip over it. If only there was something amazing to look forward to in addition to Lee coming home...

POW! There is! Today marked the opening of Brisbane's newest and most sensational hang out- Southside Tea Room. Owned by two of my besties, Patience Hodgson and John Patterson, Southside is pretty much the best place on earth (just beaten by Takeshita Dori in Harajuku and The Natural History Museum in New York). And Hunter and I (and my mum!) are going on Wednesday! AW YEAH!

We've been watching them renovate and decorate and prepare for opening for ages, and suddenly its real! It's like a baby, only caffeinated! And one of my other besties Raven is the barista! She is so good, it'll blow your mind. Plus, she's a stone cold fox. Life is grand!

Pre-opening party, Hunter rockin' a late bedtime.
Turn that brown, upside down
Sandi D

Saturday, 19 May 2012

GIVEAWAY! WIN! Rockabye Baby Lullaby Renditions Of Rock Songs For Children

I am super amped- I have my first ever giveaway! Read on to learn more!

Wikipedia defines the genre of children's music as:
music composed and performed for children by adults. In European influenced contexts this means music, usually songs, written specifically for a juvenile audience. The composers are usually adults. Children's music has historically held both entertainment and educational functions. Children's music is often designed to provide an entertaining means of teaching children about their culture, other cultures, good behavior, facts and skills. Many are folk songs, but there is a whole genre of educational music that has become increasingly popular.
A very good description, except for one thing: It fails to describe the insidious way children's music gets stuck in your head. I put children's music in the same category that I put Norwegian Black Metal and The Brady Bunch: pure evil. I feel that it is irresponsible to not label children's music the same way pharmaceuticals are. The label should read: Do not drive or operate heavy machinery, the catchy jingles and easy to remember lyrics will slide into your mindscape and numb it to ordinary sensation.

Have you ever been under the influence of children's music? For example, you may walk past a play group singing a song about a hot potato and find yourself humming it all day, the buzz of the the 'hot potato, hot potato' chorus blocking your mind from useful pursuits such as breathing. Hospital staff, when presented with your semi-conscious body will hear your murmurs of 'hot potato' and waste valuable resuscitation time searching your body for third degree burn sites. Alternatively, when in line at the checkout you may find yourself bopping your head to the theme song from Lambchops Playalong, the resulting neck strain rendering you incapable of correctly checking your rear view mirrors and thus resulting in a car park bingle which really and completely throws your neck out and will require many years of physiotherapy. You could find yourself folding your laundry to the driving beat of Thomas The Tank Engine when your whole arm literally wrenches itself seperate from your torso, inching away of its own accord leaving nothing but a trail of blood and tissue pulp as it hightails into the evening, desperate to put as much distance between your infernal humming and it. A fully grown adult, unable to resist the rousing chorus of "D. O. R. O. T. H. Y! Your favorite dinosaur!" from latching on to the controls of your brain- this music is pure uncut baby heroin.Even as I type I can hear the tune, whispering seductively in my deepest mind space, I know if I turn my thoughts to the sound I will be completely under its spell and so, dear reader, I am using all my mental strength to resist. Please forgive me if this has resulted in a weirdly written post.

D. O. R. O-  No! Resist! Back on track Sandi, back on track.
I love so many types of music, but I simply cannot abide children's music. I mean, in the classroom it has it's place (do not fear for your children's teachers, I believe they train teachers defence against the black arts at university) but the thought of me driving around listening to The Wiggles for "the children's sake" makes me spew in my mouth a little. Convulsive shivers wrack my body at the idea of attending a concert in which four skivvy clad morons make millions from such combined parental agony.

Thankfully there are ways of going about instilling a love of music in a child that do not involve such medieval tortures. For example, there are bands out there who have songs that do not include swearing or offensive content, and thanks to the wonder of technology we can make our own playlists. My baby friendly playlist includes some They Might Be Giants (such as Birdhouse In Your Soul), B52's (Rock Lobster), The Cure (Love Cats) and Modest Mouse (Paper Thin Walls).

Another option is instrumental or lullaby versions of your favorite artists. Rockabye Baby and Hushabye Baby records are exactly that: baby friendly instrumental renditions of famous bands, such as Bjork, Foo Fighters, Tool, Metallica, Nine Inch Nails, QOTSA, The Pixies, Radiohead- the list goes on, but these are ones that Hunter owns (we had some very generous baby shower gifts!)! Check out the whole range at the Rockabye Baby website. Thanks to Rockabye Baby I have one copy of Lullaby Renditions Of The Pixies to giveaway!

There are two steps to enter for your chance to win:
First, share with me (in the gadget below) your favorite 'non-childrens music'- music you listen to both with and without your children. Just normal music for normal adults that does not contain swear words or offensive content.
Second, 'like' Milk Eyes on Facebook.

The winner of this giveaway will be drawn in two weeks.

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Rock on!
Sandi D

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Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Cool Retro Modern Funky Kids Bedroom Baby Nursery Child's Room

A few of my friends have told me I should do a post about my son's nursery. They tell me it is awesome, and I guess I agree. I had a bit of difficulty finding baby boy nursery things that weren't branded (Thomas The Tank Engine, Bob The Builder, Transformers etc), or just lame, things I don't think anyone really likes but society tells us is what we should have for a boys bedroom. Baby blue and choo-choo trains, gentle monsters and cartoon dinosaurs. I want my blues to be bold, and my trains loud, my monsters scary and my dinosaurs real. I mean, I say "my", but what I mean is "my son's". Or do I?

Perhaps some of my aspirations for my son's bedroom stem from my own childhood. I always wanted a cool bedroom, and never really got one. My dad tried to make me a cool bedroom for when I lived with him. He painted my old bedroom lavender and got a matching quilt cover, but I was never particularly girly and so while I appreciated the effort he went to to make me feel comfortable in my new/old house I never really felt it was a good reflection of my personality. And then my mum and I moved into a house in which we could repaint the walls, and I chose a neon orange to match the sunset which was simultaneously awesome and the worst idea ever because we spent all our money on paint and had none left to buy a quilt cover that would really capture the look I was going for. Talk about first world problems, right? I've always been like that though, very particular about the way room's are decorated.

I've also always been non-financial, so every thing I have done for my son's nursery/bedroom has been on a tight budget. I've sourced almost everything from eBay and opp-shops, garage sales and sale-of-the-day websites. I tried to stay away from Ikea because, while Ikea furniture is affordable, it is also very 'samey'. Residing as I do in military housing, I am blessed and cursed with a McMansion. All beige and modern, souless and unremarkable in every way except for the fact that three other houses on my street share our facade (albeit with slightly different colour schemes). My own little box of ticky tacky. And on my evening walks I get to look through the windows and see that my neighbor's house is filled with the same Ikea furniture as their neighbors, and their neighbor's neighbors.That said there are a few Ikea pieces, the $9 LACK table for example, and a set of mid-nineties drawers with a curvy front.

Well, less chitter chatter and more nursery tour...

The first thing I bought for Hunter's bedroom was this second hand (replica) Arne Jacobsen Egg Chair. I love how fun and quirky it is, to my mind it is perfect for a kids room. I can see Hunter playing with it as much as he sits on it. Can't you just see a little boy sitting on this chair pretending to be a dinosaur hatching out of a lava egg? Or a man from the future piloting a rocket ship from his sci-fi seat? Or a jelly king sitting upon his wobbly throne? It was also super comfy for breastfeeding (even though it sadly didn't get used for that purpose for long), and is excellent for both of us to cuddle in while we read a book together.

Next came a cot and change tale combo from eBay. For $200 I got a solid wood cot (yes, it meets all Australian Standards) that converts from a cot, to a toddler bed and then a day-bed/lounge. Because it is made to be a bed and lounge it takes the weight of a full adult, which has been useful on those nights when nothing but mummy cuddles will get young sir grump-a-lot to sleep. If you have in your mind a vision of me squished up in there, holding onto a small hysterical baby, silently cursing the world as I go deaf in one ear and numb on one side, in the pitch dark, then you are spot on the money and should get a treat. Perhaps you would like a small baby? He is very cute, I assure you.

The crocodile came shortly after. I fell in love with his googly eyes, and then I found out he was chenille and I was rendered unable to exist without him in my life. When he arrived at our doorstep I named him croca-dealy-ola and spent altogether too long trying to think of ways to create a situation in which Lee asked what "the dealio was" so that I could answer him with crocodile hugs.

The yellow bedlinen is from Kideko, and was picked up for $16 from I was uber stoked to spot the sale, nabbing the yellow quilt pictured above as well as one with a avocado green monster print while fist pumping the air with glee! What a score! Sadly though I think Kideko may have gone out of business as their website no longer exists- possible charging close to $200 for kids bedlinen was not a sustainable business practice? The retro quilt was picked up for $2 from an opp-shop while day tripping with the ever lovely Posikill, $2 being two zero's closer to my budget.

Even before I dreamed of having a baby I was collecting kids books. I adore Maurice Sendak, Neil Gaiman, Shaun Tan, Dr Seuss, Serendipity, Edward Gorey and Lemony Snickett. These have all made their way into Hunter's bookcase, along with a selection of other awesome books. Some new, some handed down, some thrifted, some found- all will be read, first aloud by me and Lee, and then Hunter and us together and one day in the distant future, just by Hunter.

I love a good sale, and this Junior Panton chair from Click On Furniture was only $40. It is moulded plastic, and quite light- I doubt I'll ever sit on it because it does not appear to be strong enough to hold the weight of an adult, but on the plus side Hunter will look super cute on it and will never be able to tip it backwards. I also scored a replica Eames elephant stool, but that sits out in the living room so isn't really a part of this nursery tour. I picked the wooden blocks up at the same garage sale at which I bought the Le Toy Van wooden garage (below). Beatles fans may have spotted the Blue Meanie doll, this was a Christmas pressie from me to Lee way back in 2001.

I really love wooden kids toys. The wooden garage is super sturdy and even after having been played with by the three boys from the previous family looks new. You simply do not get the same level of craftsmanship or durability from plastic toys. The other thing I like about wooden toys is that they encourage imaginative play and don't rely on a TV tie in to make sense.

Most of these toys were gifts from family and friends, although some were thrifted while others (like the Manhattan Toy and Djeco Home Cubes) bought from Urban Baby or Brands Exclusive.

While I'm on the topic of toys I'll mention that instead of a toy box I am using a Radio Flyer Trav-ler trailer. I picked it up for $100 on eBay (US readers, you have no idea how lucky you are. The Trav-ler retails for $569 her in Australia- ridiculous!) and I have my doubts if it was ever even used by the previous family. Hunter's stupidly large stuffed toy collection live here, the king of which is a stupidly large stuffed bear. That cute knitted brown bear was a gift to Hunter from the nurses at Nambour Hospital the night he had a very bad upper respiratory tract infection and scared the hell out of me, but despite the boogers and soaring temperature charmed all the ladies on shift.

And then we have the business side of the room: the change table and clothing storage. Fight Club fans may recognise the dresser...

I actually bought it second hand many years ago from Simon De Groot's partner. I don't know either of them, but eBay has a way of helping you meet all kinds of interesting people. Her apartment was incredible by the way. However the dresser is not what this image is meant to show. This image is meant to show you a removable wall sticker I designed for son. As I have already mentioned, I didn't want a cutesy decal and couldn't afford to import a Blik decal, so I made my own. It documents in a very simple infographic timeline the major genres of music from 1900 until today (however classical music is left off, as is opera- my bad). It is also much much larger than this small section shows, since this section is the half of the wall that depicts 1950 onward. If you want one for your walls, email me with the size you need (and any other genre's you want included) and I'll sort you out a great price.

And then there is the dresser. On top is all the usual baby products (I'm a hippy at heart and am trying to keep the products as natural as possible), as well as a selection of toys to amuse the young man while he lays upon the changetable. I find that having a few small toys on hand helps to keep him occupied which makes change time that much quicker. The huge Lego head is used to store accessories, the tin robot was a gift from an old friend. The stripey toys are Friends With You and the wooden New York was bought at MoMa. The Come In We Are Closed sign is by Richard Tipping (a super cool Australian artist) and was picked up at the National Gallery Of Australia when I went there with my lovely friend and mum who I look up to, Margie. I also love to grow plants in bottles, they look beautiful, are exceptionally low maintenance and purify the air. What's not to love? Check out some hydroculture tips on this informative wiki post.

So that's the tour done. I hope you have enjoyed looking at Hunter's room as much as I have enjoyed putting it all together, and as much as he loves playing in it. Below I have listed some links of where to buy these items.

Left to right from top left:
Lego Head Storage, Haba Wooden Blocks, Neil Gaiman's The Dangerous Alphabet, Edward Gorey's Gashlycrumb Tinies, Shaun Tan's The Red Tree, Atlas Tapestry, Egg Chair, Friends With You, Panton Jnr, Kideko Bedlinen, Le Toy Van Mike's Garage.

Room in my heart for you all,
Sandi D

Monday, 14 May 2012

Cool Celebrities On Sesame Street: Jim Carey

Jim Carey Muppets

I feel very alone in saying this, but I haven't always liked Jim Carey. Whoah there! Whoah! Settle down! Calm yourself Carey fans, and let me explain. When I was younger* I hated American comedy and films such as Ace Ventura, The Cable Guy and Dumb and Dumber fell squarely in that category for me- crass ass and fart humour weakly mixed together with some lame physical comedy, a splash of sexual innuendo and a sprinkling of speach impediment jokes, a dumb busty babe thrown in for good measure.  It wasn't until I saw The Mask that I decided that perhaps Jim Carey was alright after all- and then he went and did Batman Forever and I thought him completely over baked and destined for the scrap bucket.

Then out of the blue he was cast in The Truman Show and followed it up by playing Andy Kaufman in the biographical movie of the avant-garde comedians life in Man In The Moon. He was delicious in both roles, and I realised that he was more than just a typecast lame-o limping his way through some epically lame films. He still does woefully wonky films (The Grinch - a movie which has apparently garnered critical acclaim, which to me just points to how sick the commercial movie industry has become) but more than makes up for it with seriously great acting in satirical comedies and avant-garde films such as Fun With Dick And Jane and Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind.

Perhaps you have always been a fan of old Jimbo; or like me, you have had your doubts and on balance come to enjoy his varied repertoire; or maybe you loathe him but, like a car crash, can't look away. Whether he makes you happy or sad, I present to you, Jim Carey and his happy/sad feet taking a walk along Sesame Street. Even though the sketch was originally written for Steve Martin, I think Jim has brought a certain cheeky joy to the role, and for once is using his physical comedy skills for good, not evil.

When I get happy it goes right to my feet too,
Sandi D

*American Pie still makes me throw up in my mouth a little, but I love Wayne's World and Hot Rod so much that I can't really say I hate American comedy anymore.

Saturday, 12 May 2012

I'm Feeling: Proud. Things I Have Learnt From My Baby: Words Of Wisdom

Thanks to my son I have made a great realisation, and one that I would like to share with you.


Every single thing you do is the sum of a million tiny triumphs. 

Every single thing you do is a wonderous achievment. At one stage in your life even the simplest of actions were eagerly awaited. The watchful eyes of your guardians lit up the first time you gripped their finger in your tiny hand, the first time you smiled back at them made them exult in delight, the first time they heard you speak sounded to their ears like the song of an angel.

Opening your eyes, lifting your head, clasping your hands, smiling, the abilty to grasp, rolling over, sitting up, standing up, understanding language, obeying commands, laughing, playing games... Every little thing you do once made your mother smile with joy and your daddy's eyes gloss over with tears of pride.

At some point in your life the things that you now consider inconsequential (if you even consider them at all) were remarkable- worthy of comment by every single person you met. We have all come so far, learnt so many things, taken so much in our stride that its easy to imagine we always knew how to do everything, easier still to think of past acheivement as something not worthy of current attention.

The lesson I chose to take away from this realisation is when I feel overwhelmed, or unworthy, or stupid or lame, I just need to look at my son and think about how his advances make my heart swell with pride and share some of that pride with myself for all the wonderous things I have already acheived, and the amazing things I am yet to learn.

So proud of us,
Sandi D

Thursday, 10 May 2012

Childhood Quotes: Frank Zappa

My dad was employed as a meteorologist at the Edgewood Arsenal. They made poison gas there during World War II, so I guess it would have been the meteorologist's job to figure out which way the wind was blowing when it was time to shoot the stuff off... My biggest problem, throughout school, was that the things they were trying to teach me tended not to be the kinds of things I was interested in. I grew up with poison gas and explosives- with the children of people who built these things for a living. Did I give a fuck about algebra?
-Frank Zappa

Saturday, 5 May 2012

What the Beastie Boys (and Adam MCA Yauch) mean to me: Beastie Boy's Baby, Toddler, Kid Clothes

There's Nothing Here That's Not Been Said Before
But I Put It Down Now So I'll Be Sure
To Solidify My Own Views And I'll Be Glad If It Helps
Anyone Else Out Too
I woke up this morning to hear some terribly sad news. Adam ‘MCA’ Yauch, founding member of Beastie Boys has, at the young age of 47, lost his battle against cancer. 

At the tender age of 17 MCA, Michael "Mike D" Diamond and Adam "Adrock" Horovitz formed a band called the Beastie Boys. How hilarious that these cheeky boys would become one of the most respected groups in Hip Hop- a culture not generally known for including white Jews (and eventually, Buddhists). The Beastie’s would go on to sell over 40 million records, release four #1 albums–including the first hip hop album ever to top the Billboard 200, win three Grammys, and the MTV Video Vanguard Lifetime Achievement award.

MCA lived long enough to see the Beastie Boys be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame (although he was too ill to attend the ceremony). Introducing the group, Public Enemy rapper Chuck D said “The Beastie Boys are indeed three bad brothers who made history, they brought a whole new look to rap and hip-hop. They proved that rap could come from any street, not just a few."
Not just a musician and rapper, MCA was also a passionate activist, founding the Milarepa Foundation (the foundation that produced the Tibetan Freedom Concert benefit- the biggest benefit concert on U.S. soil since 1985's Live Aid); and a talented director- under the alias ‘Nathanial Hörnblowér’ MCA directed heaps of awesome Beastie Boys videos, and also founded the film production and distribution company Oscilloscope Laboratories (which Banksy fans may recognise as being the distributor of ‘Exit Through The Gift Shop’).

Like so many others, the first Beastie Boys song I ever heard was Fight For Your Right. I was in high school and to be honest, I was not interested in rap or hip-hop at all. The closest I had ever come was really digging Nate Dog and Warren G’s Regulate, or Salt’n’Peppa’s Whattaman, neither of which are particular good examples of either genre (in my defense I was a kid, and only had access to commercial radio or TV). But there was something about FFYR- a little bit of punk, a little bit of reckless energy and rude rebellion- that struck a chord with my emotional state at the time. And yet, FFYR was just a joke song, right?  

Years pass and I meet new people, run around in different circles of friends. In high school I listened to grunge, industrial and alternative music exclusively; when I went to university my circle of experience expanded as I met other creative types, and as they shared with me their influences so my interests expanded. The Beastie Boys grew up too, releasing albums far superior to Licence to Ill- albums such as Paul’s Boutique, Check Your Head, Ill Communication and Hello Nasty; thanks to which I discovered that no amount of moshing, eyeliner wearing or moping makes one feel quite as grand as some quality ass shaking. The Beastie Boys, it turns out, know how to make body moving happen. Whacky layers of chunky beats and funk melody, serious/not serious raps and hilarious film clips- no other musicians have gotten me hip shaking, thrusting and body rockin' like the Beastie Boys. Their music was more than a license to ill- they were having fun, and they invited you to join them. Seeing them live was testament to that fact- grown men in matching tracksuits clearly loving their lives.

One of the greatest things about the Beastie's is that unlike a lot of other hip-hop or punk, it wasn't about being 'street' or 'poor' or 'lower class citizens'. It wasn't about class at all but rather about movement, community, activity, heart - it was DIY at it's purest. Three guys using whatever tools they had on hand to make some noise and share the good times: in their belt they had the beat and pace of New York City, a punk rock ethos, the colourful language of exuberant youth, and the rhythms and rhymes of hip-hop. They used these things to build an amazing musical and lyrical legacy. Their can-do and make-do attitude infused their music with a kind of freedom and energy that made them stand out from the crowd. It is this quality which makes me feel that the Beastie Boy's are wonderful role model to share with my son. See Hunter, you can use whatever you have at hand to enrich your life and the lives of others- just be bold, share, laugh, be nice and keep it going full steam.

They explored some pretty zen concepts too- Adam, being a sensitive soul no doubt had a hand in that. They were pop-culture adventurers, wearing sneaks while exploring new lyrical landscapes, rushing forward to greet the world in track suits and t-shirts, forging paths between genres and making new friends everywhere they went- just look at how many famous faces appear in their most recent film clip to see what I mean (Steve Buscemi, Chloë Sevigny, Kirsten Dunst, Zach Galifianakis, Orlando Bloom, Will Ferrell, John C. Reilly, and Jack Black to name a few). They shared the wealth too, using their record label Grand Royal to share musicians like Ben Lee, Jimmy Eat World, Atari Teenage Riot and At The Drive In with us.

These guys got older, and despite that- or maybe because of it- they kept releasing great music- fresh music- relevant music. The Beastie Boys took all the power, energy and integrity of Punk Rock and distilled it through the language of funk and hip-hop to create something new and unstoppable, and in the process, introduced legions of punks to hip-hop and rappers to punk. I could say that the Beastie Boy's leapt into my life declaring that they wanted to fight for their right to party, and then backed it up with over twenty years of doing exactly that.  But it's a bit twee to finish on that note. I could instead finish along the lines that he lived the life he dreamed and for that am grateful. But that doesn't sound right to me either. I guess when it comes down it Adam Yauch made some noise. 
I like that.

If you have a little Beastie Boy, or Girl, they might like to body rock the playpen in these Beastie Boys themed clothes:

Via 8Ball



Via Babywit

I once was lost but now I'm found
The music washes over and you're one with the sound,
Sandi D

Friday, 4 May 2012

May The Fourth: Star Wars Day: Star Wars Baby, Toddler & Children's Art, Books, Clothes & Toys

A very happy Star Wars Day to you all!

Of all the stories, the best one is always in which good overcomes evil. When there is nothing left, there will be hope - the only thing that can remain after all is destroyed. And that, my friend, is why I unashamedly love Star Wars.

What better lesson to teach your child than that of hope? For instance, I hope that my son looks as cute in some of this Star Wars swag as I think he will:

Star Wars Art Print by Wallfry

Darth Vader Is Riding It Onesie by Iron Spider

Crochet Lightsabre

Yoda Hat Via Etsy

Star Wars Moving Pictures Scanimation Book
My ATAT Pet Onesie Via Etsy

Chewbaboo Baby Onesie Via Micielomimicielomi

R2D2 Knit Hat by BabbidgePatch- My girlfriend Bec has bought one of these for her son Lexx- it is seriously well crafted.

Via Zazzle

R2D2 Felt Hair Clip

Dark Side Infant Romper and Bib By So Relative!
Star Wars ABC Infant Board Book

Sewing Wars Yoda Bib and Bodysuit Via Micielomimicielomi

Star Wars Alphabet poster by Brandon Pea
R2Potatoo Mr Potato Head
Darth Vader Baby Cothes by Mad Engine
Star Wars Typography Art Print Via Etsy

May the fourth be with you,
Sandi D

Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Childhood Quotes: Henry Rollins

I was very crazed until I got sent to disciplinary school. I was on Ritalin from about third grade on which is a drug which makes you go from "argh! arrrrrgh!" to "uhhhhhnnn- I will do what you say", kind of a Dalek. So I was kicked out of a couple of schools for being reckless and wild and loud mouthed. I would, like, scream until I was hoarse.
- Henry Rollins
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