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up with figs, absinthe makes the heart grow fonder

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.

One too many absinthes

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.


many things make a post

* A game I will never, ever win.

* A yummy list.

* Don't ever change.

* The arbitrage of the McRib.

* I want this guy to come to my house and tell me what I am doing wrong.

* Autism and science.

* I *heart* Thomas Doyle's work

* Right now, I am on #1.

* I am not even sure what to say.

* "People like me embrace panty lines as a badge of honor; they proudly announce that I am a responsible mother of three who does not take unnecessary risks. At any moment of the day a person can laugh and sneeze at the same time: it’s best to be prepared."


actual knitting content

The sekrit project can be revealed, since it has been given to its intended.

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McGregor couldn't decide between indifference and exhaustion, which sounds like me most days, too.

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One of the unwritten deals about getting a handknit from me is that I get to blog about it. And so the details: it's Kristin Spurkland's New Baby Blanket from Interweave Knits Summer 2002, which is by far the issue of IK that I've made the most stuff from. In fact, I think I've knitted more from this issue than all other IK issues combined. I used Mission Falls Cotton 18/24 from elann.com and a yard of flannel from my local fabric shop. And, not to be all hubris-y, but I loves the finished product. I'd intended to make this blanket for my own babies but, um, was too busy having them to get around to it. 

Speaking of, tho. The Diva color-coded my pin-cushion for me while I was sewing in the lining.

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I loves this, too, but for different reasons. 


qotd, how to terrify your children

"The worst illustrations? No contest: Robert Leighton's cartoons in Gravelle's books, which take their sensibility from Mad magzine; to wit, syphilis, gonorrhea, and chlamydia as bug-eyed, slimy monsters, and, for a mascot (most of these books have a mascot), a tiny, naked, bald homunculus who walks around with an erection. Here is why you must never, ever buy this book: in an illustration for a discussion titled ' How Much Does a Girl Bleed? Does She Have to Wear a Bandage?,' that homunculus guy is taking a nap on a sanitary pad."

-- Jill Lepore, "Too Much Information" in Oct. 18, 2010's New Yorker.


it's a mystery

Yesterday morning, I notice an odd bruise on the inside of my left wrist:

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(Shown with a Candian quarter for scale, not because I believe that a Canadian quarter is better for showing scale but because I segregate all of our Canadian cash (which given our relative proximity to the border we end up with a lot of) in a dish in my office, which is where I was when I took the picture. Also, it's very hard to take a picture of the inside of your left wrist.)

Any guesses as to what might have made this bruise? It's not a trick question. I don't honestly know what did make the bruise.

A moment of sincerity: I am thankful for all of y'all who drop in to the blog. Thank you.


up with figs, he returns

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.

Lothario

Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.


many things make a post

* In case you've ever wondered what depression is like.

* Oh Pittsburgh, my Pittsburgh.

* A fun tip to know and trade.

* Ankle bells and vaccinations. (And for the record, I fully support both Dell'Antonia and vaccinations.)

* I would like to live here.

* Being female is just so hard.

* A woman and her Spanx.

* The best job at the Post Office.

* For my son, who will eventually be old enough to appreciate his namesake.

* Now it comes in a convient tin.

* A Year in a Kilt.

* I will never do this but admire and applaud her determination (and abs). But I will do this.

* I wore out my DVD of this when Maddy was a baby. It was one of the few things that kept my focus during those 1, 3, and 5 a.m. feedings. Extreme sleep deprivaiton is a lot like being stoned.

* Forgotten bookmarks. And buy Mike's book already.


gratuitous cat picture + advice

Our oldest cat Trout, who has had some health issues this year, is still alive, thank you very much.

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And any day that involves a stack of pillows and a sunbeam is a good one.

Also, I was reminded of a sage piece of advice that was given to me by one Robert Faires, shortly after I'd received my first piece of hate mail. Get a big binder, he said, and put all of your clips in it. When the nasty bits of the profession get you down, sit and look through the binder. This will help.

I no longer use a binder, mostly as a result of the growing internet and having children. But when the industry gives me a shot to the teeth, which it has been doing with alarming frquency lately, I have a special folder called "egoboost" that makes it sting less.

Is this incredibly self-centered? Yes. Does it help? Undoubtedly, especially if there is a sunbeam and stack of pillows nearby.