Marilyn, what a joy to read. I once played a clown - no experience - for my nephew's party. I slipped into the clownsuit and wig. Not wanting the children to recognise me, I never spoke. Rather I used one of those plastic whirring whistles. It was fun, but a lot of work for the hour I performed not knowing anything. My son would not come near me because I was a stranger.
Marilyn, what a joy to read. I once played a clown - no experience - for my nephew's party. I slipped into the clownsuit and wig. Not wanting the children to recognise me, I never spoke. Rather I used one of those plastic whirring whistles. It was fun, but a lot of work for the hour I performed not knowing anything. My son would not come near me because I was a stranger.
Lovely images that match the melancholic’s mood. Arrested clown development. Just wait for Duddles to be introduced to her maker’s friends!!
This resonates. Thank you.