Pagliacci, and all that

If you're going to have a clutch of clowns, you have to have many sorts represented. At least that's my excuse for the new example. You've got to have a sad clown--so here he is:

The witty friend who chose him as a companion has named him "Tinker Bawl" because of the tears.

I'm on a roll!

Making clowns has been irresistible! Why did I never make one before? No matter, I had time to make two more--so I did. The bake and craft sale at church is Sunday. There isn't time to create another, but it sure has been fun.

Each doll is 16 inches tall. This is Ruffles, because of all the gathers in his suit.

And this is Pinkee because she has pink hair!  Couldn't resist making those striped stockings. (Odd. In the photo it looks like there is a stain on the knee of her stocking--but there is none on the doll.  ?)

OK. Next time it's back to Chaucer. See you then.