Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective lives mining their creative souls and leading hermit-like lives. And so an idea was hatched. Every week, one would send the other a sketch—either in illustration or word form—and the other would make a companion to the sketch. The result would be posted on both their blogs every week, just for grins. Even if the result isn't award-worthy, the exercise makes both minds more nimble. Hopefully.
After one absinthe too many, Lord Reginald Huffingworth-Perigree couldn’t remember which eye needed the patch and which eye needed the monocle, much to the amusement of the other members of his private dining club. It amused them to no end to watch the Lord stumble into walls, over the ottomans and into the ha-ha.
Also after one absinthe too many, Lord Reginald Huffingworth-Perigree would stick his hands down the blouses of the staff, those of both the men and women employed by the club. That, however, was a matter left undiscussed.
Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.