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up with figs, ow.

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.


It was not the shoe she was looking for.

She needed something sensible, something kind to her aging feet and fallen arches but that didn’t scream “matron.” Rubber gum souls were right out. A nice leather upper, maybe. Or a clog. Everyone loves a clog, especially with a kicky cheetah print on top.

The heart, however, wants what it wants. And what it wanted was a stripey high heel with dingles and dongles. 

It wanted a shoe that changes your life. That says, “I will not be bound by pragmatism anymore! I am more than my usual footwear makes me seem! I am still alive! I live!”

It was not the shoe she was looking for but, perhaps, it was the shoe that she needed.

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


I know how she feels! (All those red shoes, but no black work heels.) The fug girls, however, do not love a clog.

I love a clog myself. And I think I need to knit myself a pair of tall striped stockings. Multicolored, I think.

I know that shoe. I love that shoe. But my bunions do not. Alas.

i have six pairs of those shoes. They don't fit into my regular life, but the life i live in my my fantasy. Which is why they sit in a closet at all times. It cuts down on the whole "taking your shoes off in public" problem we see so often around here. You left the house in them, you must keep them on your feet- anything less is for whimps!

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