I sit up nights wondering what Martha Stewart would do if she was in Florence, the antiques capital of Colorado browsing and noticed the amount of scary clowns running amok.
Would she run screaming to the offices of Architectural Digest for a cleansing? Or would she do what the Queen of Questionable Taste does and look those scary clowns in the eyes and immortalize them for the whole world to see?
I think she is a brave and talented woman with impeccable taste who would figure out a creative way for people to use scary clowns in decorating.
If she were as scared of the clown collectibles as I was, I think she'd have too much class to show it.
Since I have little class, I'll just keep on showing the tour of Florence's scary clowns and giving myself the willies.
Oh my goodness! I can't decide if that's a price tag around the clown's neck or he's finally had enough of this cold, cruel world and decided to do himself in. Please, don't do it clown!
OK, I give this clown permission to do himself in.
Stop the madness. This isn't Ringling Brothers. This is Florence for goodness sake!
This clown is saying,"Ssshhh! I have a secret. The Queen of Questionable Taste must die soon. She has done more to discredit our kind than all the previous generations of clown collectibles mockers before her."
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