My son found a beard the day before yesterday. It was in his old dress-up cupboard and we hadn’t seen it since he was captain Haddock for some school event. Or was it simply a quiet day at home? One forgets in our house. Anyhow, in light of this discovery P.T. Barnum and his Victorian Circus came to town this morning. One should never let a good beard go to waste, I always say.
Just in case you don’t work it out, I’m a bearded lady and just in case you don’t know much about the creepy Victorian circuses, you can have a read of an old blog of mine on the tracyloveshistory site.
Happy Wednesday all. We’re still going to be at the circus next week – I think it is a wonderful metaphor for my family life, the circus. So, next week…tattooed lady. Not just any tattooed lady, just this one in the crown. Isn’t she wonderful?