When I was a kid, treats consisted of a baggie of croutons or sliced tomatoes. was obsessed with candy, so I saved all of my coins to spend on penny candy at Ben Franklin. To me, this was paradise!
One day, unable to get a ride into town from my very busy mom, (who was working on her Master’s Degree in Anthropology, running the show of 5 kids, 3 horses, 5 dogs, and an unknown number of cats, I decided to create my own Candy Factory!
Ripping out a sheet of tin foil, I liberally sprinkled sugar on it and cranked the oven to HIGH, melting the heck out of it!
This was the time before smoke detectors, which gave me the liberty to melt it all into one huge sheet. And also fill the kitchen with a dank smoke! Pulling my concoction out of the oven, I set it to cool, then broke the brown glassine stuff into shards of delicious goodness.
Addiction was satisfied, but the cookie sheet was destroyed.
Motherhood sure has agreed with me. The most worthwhile time of my life has been spent in this role. I’m blessed with three dynamite, wacky, empathetic, intelligent and kind children. Here’s to the 32 year old who started it all.
“The sense of clown as referring to a professional or habitual fool or jester developed soon after 1600, based on Elizabethan rustic fool characters such as Shakespeare’s. The harlequinade developed in England in the 17th century, inspired by Arlecchino and the commedia dell’arte.” – Wikipedia
They say, face your fears. Always terrified of clowns (who isn’t?), I decided to take them head-on by sketching them in evocative old-world hues. So, flipping my fear into the flounce of their collars and costumes, I managed to conjure up a troop that stirs merriment!