I don’t know if you’ve figured it out yet. I have a new complete and total obsession. A total fixation on five boys akin to my Leo DiCaprio crush that started in 1996 and stretched well into 1999. I am completely enamored by a new band. Lord Huron is where it’s at, people.

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I caught these fellas at SXSW a couple weeks ago after listening to their entire album on repeat while sewing. Such great sewing music. I had no idea what to expect from their live performance, I didn’t know what they looked like or how many were in the band. I now know all of that, including their middle names and their favorite foods. Yes, I said I was obsessed. Quit judging.

I got the chance to catch these fellas again last Wednesday night in Denver. We were standing in front of some rather enthusiastic girls that knew every word…and apparently couldn’t hear themselves singing. But, alas, it seemed the entire theatre was alive with this crazy energy the band exudes. Seriously, the lead singer plays the drum while he sings. Insane.

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But something has been bothering me, along with the people I tell this to. So prepared to be bothered. Now that this band has blown up, I’m less into them. Still obsessed, but thinking about moving on. This crush will not span years. The reason? I’m a total hipster. I have a horrible habit of losing interest in certain bands that go big, and I have no idea why. It makes sense that I would want to support and take joy in seeing my favorite music reach the mainstream. I think it’s the idea that I won’t get to enjoy them in the tiny venues I’m used to. It’s not like I uncovered this band from the depths of indie music…I absolutely did not. I trusted a friend’s music recommendation, and I fell in love.

And now I’m quickly falling out of love and I hate that. Yes, I lose interest quickly. It’s my nature. At the very least I can hold on to one awesome lyric:

“What good is a livin’ a life you’ve been given, if all you do is stand in one place?”

Now, someone go create this stylized quote with a woodsy, etheral background. If you don’t, I will. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Saturday night was the best. I mean, really the best. I was able to spend two hours with twelve lovely Colorado bloggers. Beware: I’m going to show you a million pictures and make you insanely jealous. I’ll go back to being polite and inclusive…tomorrow.

Meadow Rue Readers, meet: (back row) KimAshley, Me, Lizzie, Meghan (middle row) Liz, Rebecca, AnneKeely (front row) Katie, Erin, Elaine, Anne

Kim organized the most awesome craft: fabric printing on jersey scarves. Despite getting yellow paint nearly everywhere, this was totally theraputic. More fabric printing needs to happen in life.

The swag bags. Oh dear, there was nothing lacking in those swag bags. Kim even threw a ringpop in for all of us (flashback to 1992!). If I could only take one thing to a desert island, it would be this swag bag.

This little print is going in a thrifted frame and up on my sewing room wall asap. It’s has been scary, Yellow Heart Art. How did you know?

The most awesome craft kit from Katie at Lemon Jitters was included. I can’t wait to dig into this. That tiny wooden plane will be put to good use, you can be certain of that.

Knitted (or crocheted?) things from Snowdrift Designs! I really should learn the difference. Regardless, this red cup cozy has been planted firmly on my coffee mug since Sunday morning. And I refuse to drink out of anything else. It serves as a coaster too! And the coaster serves as a coaster, also. Imagine that.

A bright and cheerful fat quarter from Fabricate! The event was hosted at their adorable fabric store and sewing studio. The perfect venue for an intimate gathering.

Cards and prints! A fun Thank You from Ashley at Bow & Arrow Art and a Colorado state print from CAPow!

Overall, the night was a small trip outside my comfort zone coupled healthy injection of whoa-I-need-to-get-my-shiz-together. These ladies are big time, and after a bit of blog stalking, I am so inspired. Being surrounded by other people who understand the self-induced stress that comes from getting a post up is a strange comfort. What was even more awesome? Their personalities totally shine through in their writing, something that I continually strive for, but am completely unaware if the effort is working.

Twas a good night, friends. A good night indeed.