martinimade

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.

Lady Featheringstone-Wittengham never once considered that she wouldn’t be invited to Prince William’s upcoming nuptials. She’d already begun constructing the perfect chapeau. 

Marie Antoinette, who was known for her massive headgear that could contain entire sea battles, would weep from the  sheer scale that Lady F-W will achieve. Provided, Marie still had a head from which to weep.

Still, it would be quite a hat, provided she could get the clockwork figures of the groom and his bride to chase each other around the brim, like a modern day millenary cuckoo clock. And the firework display - or, rather, the fireproofing of the rest of her garments - was almost dialed in. 

Now all she needed was the invite, which she was certain had simply gotten lost in the mails. It’s absence mattered not one whit to Lady Featheringston-Wittengham. Her hat was a hat of destiny and would not be denied.