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.
The Lothario of Smith Street trolled the produce section. The ladies love a man who knows his cabbage from his kohlrabi. Every afternoon, from 1 - 3, he hung out with the tomatoes, squeezed the lemons, smelled the berries. His vibe, he thought, was approachable. It said: let me woo.
The senior citizen ladies only wanted him to open up those flimsy plastic bags so that they could contain their green beans, their lettuces. The women with children snatched bags of apples from his hands. One young lady asked if there were more melons in the back. His answer was why the Lothario of Smith Street is no longer legally allowed to be in a five block radius of the Food Shopper.
Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.