or, fear of clowns. I wonder how it develops?
I can better understand keeping the ancient Bugs Bunny.
And look, they're resting on a decrepit quilt!
I fear it's beyond repair - when I folded it my finger went right through one of the squares - and I don't have long fingernails. What a shame, some of those prints are fabulous! There's no question we'll keep it but it does break my heart a little to see such lovely prints so far past their prime. It doesn't break my heart at all that we're keeping Mr. Scary Clown.
This week's Big Deal: the boychild "crossed the bridge" from Cub Scouts to Boy Scouts.
His den made the Arrow of Light decoration you see on the bottom of the bridge - that's a few red hawk feathers from hubby's stash (taken from a found dead bird over 20 years ago, I *told* you he's a hopeless scavenger), a broomstick and a shocking amount of Sculpy for the arrowhead. Each den makes something for the ceremony so there were lots of bits-and-bobs around from past graduates. The kid says he's going to go for Eagle Scout - we'll see! As hubby says, "that's a long trail!"