My habit of saving nearly everything comes from my parents. Often, I'm quite grateful for all the "stuff'" they saved -- like this clown suit we found recently in my parents attic. My grandmother made this for her children to wear in the mid-forties. All 5 of her children wore it at one time or another (my dad included), and I remember two of my sisters wearing it too. It was in need of some serious cleaning and mending, but I managed that just fine, and now....Calvin (who's been performing circuses in the backyard since our circus experience this summer), has the perfect suit for his performances.
My crazy performer and the signs he made for the show. There are tickets too, and a playbill. Oh yeah...he's pretty hardcore about his performances. Two showings a day around here. No rest for the clowns.
And Ezra, the announcer and one man band for the show, who bangs on the banging wall for the "music".
Calvin, on the "set" of the circus. In the high spot where he gives his Mama a near heart attack.
I love, love, love all of these creative and imaginative characters and performances that happen around here..it's such a joy of parenting and knowing these little boys!
