Forty three. The return.

The Messrs. P are back from Morocco where they kept Ramona and JillZarin from setting each other's custom made kaftans on fire.  Little did they know that they would return to temperatures that would melt a camel. 

"Air, Mr. P, I need air!  Good Lord, what fresh hell is this?  Call the Countess immediately - she will resolve this foul mistreatment!"

Twenty nine.

Fireside chat night!  Tonight, The Messrs. met up with Jim and Gary at Speakeasy to share creations and celebrate the fast-approaching one-month mark of the project.  They met some new friends, got a little frightened a couple times, but came away a lot inspired to keep creating.  Yay, teamwork!

"You know how a pinwheel works, don't you, Mr. P?  You just put your lips together.....and blow."