So I happened by a Goodwill when I was home last weekend. I found a fifty two year old Quartite clown lamp. Had to share. Oh yeah, I bought it.
|A face only a mother clown could love.|
|For the one hundredth time, excuse the background. This is our work area.|
|He has more than his share of wear and tear, but at least he still exists.|
|Clown banging a drum and going away.|
|Not quite sure what it's supposed to be that he's straddling.|
|He works too. When he's not banging a drum he lights bulbs.|
|The money shot.|
|Not sure, but I think he'll end up on the For Sale list.|
|Creepy, but not as creepy as this next guy . . .|
We'll be right back with . . . more stuff.