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.