Frightening birthday clown

I have written before about my birthday ritual, which takes the place of gift-giving. The ritual is this—I go to a thrift store with my family and have them compete with each other to find the ugliest and most useless item. I choose and then buy the most hideous of the tsotchkes & proclaim the person who found it to be the winner. I turned 66 in April. My husband won the competition with this frightening clown. It looks like it was a part of something larger—perhaps a lamp that would scare children into doing whatever their parents told them to do? Some sort of nightmare-inducing game? Whatever it was, it now lives in my studio and makes me laugh whenever I look at it.

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Happy birthday to me!

When my family asked what I wanted for my birthday, I said, Let’s all go to a thrift store and have a competition. Whoever finds an object that is the most useless and revolting wins.

The competition was tough because this particular thrift seems to specialize in useless, revolting things, but when I had to choose, I chose this.

The message on the base reads, “Love is...crying buckets when he goes away.” Yes, well, it’s certainly a good idea to cry a lot when your beloved has someplace else to be. And to be naked while you’re doing it.

But there’s also a special feature that you can’t see in this photo. Wind it up and it plays the tune from an equally revolting movie, “Love Story”. A catchphrase of the movie was “love means never having to say you’re sorry”, which, after being married for 32 years, I can tell you is just hilarious.

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