Over at our “store” we just put up a few of our newer watercolors, such as the one pictured above. They have been freshly culled from our secret sketchbook — a special book we sewed together ourselves out of glue, dental floss, fine watercolor paper and dreams. What dreams, you ask? Only that you buy the things, even though they are just weird stream-of-consciousness doodles to occupy ourselves between doing Actual Work and stalking groundhogs.
This is only half of them, we’ll be back next week with more! Some of them quite natty, if we do type so ourselves.
Not much else going on at the moment, to be honest. We may go to the State Fair this week!
Here’s a page of fan art (click it bigger) that we watercolored for a pal with a shared obsession, in exchange for some sweet brake levers & a pack of fancy watercolors (ha ha, sucker!). It’s our tiny interpretation of the excellent song “Civilisation,” a track off of one of the best albums you’ll never find in a record bin (The World As It Is Today), made by one of the most important bands you’ve never heard of (Art Bears).
Said pal says they’ll put the page up in their awesome bike store, 30th Century Bicycle, which makes us feel pretty cool indeed.
Above is pictured the newest addition to our little menagerie, Lola the dog. Drawn by request last week. You, naturally, are also free to sip of the intoxicating nectar of Pet Art by simply contacting us at the email address at the right of your screen and requesting a commission! A 9″ x 10″ portrait in watercolor and pen & ink usually runs about $85 (cheap!). Of course, if you’d like something else drawn — say, a hedgehog, a house, or sexy people barely clothed in Civil War attire — you may have those wishes granted as well with but a flick of the paypal.
We are also interested in illustrating song lyrics if they are cool or of a band you really love (stay tuned next week for an example of this!) — so if you have any you’d like to see rendered, suggest something our way.
And now, an apology: if you were among the first to order a copy of Welcome to The Dahlhouse & were charged a different shipping amount than promised, we are gushingly sorry — literally every button has been pushed, and every lever thrown, and we still can’t get “Cart66” (the e-commerce plugin) to do as told. This website is definitely taking on a sort of HAL-9000 vibe as of late, but sadly there is no real way to diagnose the problem unless you keep buying books from us! So by all means, keep it up — and thank you.
Oh, PS: if you do happen to get charged an extra $0.75 or dollar for shipping, know that we are including a little something extra for your troubles — and if this outrages you and you demand a refund, we are extremely happy to comply, just drop a line.
Pictured above is the most entitled, most curious, cutest, and least-respecting of personal boundaries of our roommates inspecting a tall box of old comics product — that’s right, we now have copies of Welcome to The Dahlhouse for sale (cat not included), at bargain prices. Since it’s mostly a novelty that we even have these on our site, a good four years after their date of publication, we’re offering them to you with no gimmicks, no hassle, and $3 postage:
WELCOME TO THE DAHLHOUSE
picture-wise, there’s not much more we can show you at the moment — all the stuff we’ve drawn recently for other folks is still in transit & we don’t want to spoil it — so we suppose we will just take this moment to thank all the people who have written us very kind, very personal and very encouraging emails in response to our “sick” comic — WHICH, it must be stressed, is not even officially back up on the Playhouse yet! We’re not entirely sure how all of you are getting linked to a page that shows it to you — we assume it’s the result of some other sector of the Interweb Universe linking to it — but we’re glad it’s getting back out there after our Unfortunate Incident with the Playhouse redesign. We assure you that we’ll have the whole thing back up officially, & with comment field appended, sometime soon. Originally we planned for that to happen tonight, as we had planned to be strenuously awake all night wired on the green tea we drank for dinner (NB: we are sissies) — but our roommates blindsided us with some free gourmet ice cream, which seems to have canceled out any of the tea’s potent stimulating effect. So… excuse us as we lapse into a coma mid-sentence into a J.G. Ballard short story. If we wake up to a couple Dahlhouse orders we will be most excited, as this box clashes severely with the walls.