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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 Arbuthnot McManiss-McHugh  is thankful that ballet has not become an Olympic sport. Because it is so common, full of so much unseemly pomp and weightless circumstance. The dance remains pure, unsullied by the eyes of ignorant spectators who gorge themselves on light beer and deep-fried haddock. Lady Arbuthnot McManiss-McHugh cares only for purity of form and precision of movement, not base metals, national pride and cheering crowds. 

Unless you were to ask her to join. Then she’d be there faster than it took to tie her toe shoes.


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


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