Here's to a Clown-Filled 2018

I confess, I let the clown blog slide. I cheated on you all with another platform, but I kept this site open, because, well, clowns are the gift that keeps on giving.

2018 will, indeed, be the year of the clown. You can thank me later.

The rules are simple.

Anyone can create a Pennywise costume, or otherwise creepiness on purpose. That's not what this is about. It's about the paintings, dolls, and figurines that people were serious about. The ones grandma had on her mantle. The dolls Auntie Elsa gave you on Christmas and seemed to move around your room at night. The cross-eyed Murano clowns that mom told you were yours in the will.

And, of course, the paintings:

It's the eyelashes that sell it. 

Board Games in Hell

Where you spin eternally, building never-ending clown faces . . .

Yes, FIVE big clown faces

Build a clown . . . 

Just harmless good fun . . . 

Right ???

RIGHT?

Clowns. Don't do it. Not even once.

Good Night . . .

And sweet dreams . . . don't let the clowns bite . . .

The Most Wonderfulest Time of the Year

Good morning clownsters! With sweater season is almost upon us, I think it is time to give pause and think an awesome and awful truth. Someone was paid to create this and someone paid for the privilege of wearing this. Humbled, I have no words . . .

Either the ultimate birth control or ultimate turn-on because you can't wait to get her out of it.