First Thoughts of Being a Clown

My father always told me I could be anything I wanted to be. My father believed in me and he had big dreams for me. I, however, had other dreams. When I was about 3 years old, my father was out in the yard building a picket fence and I said, “When I grow up I’m going to be a clown. I can even perform magic. Look, I can walk on nails.” The next thing I remember was waking up with bandages on my foot. That was the start of my clown journey.

Picture of my friend Janet and I. I'm wearing my first clown costume.

This was me surprising my son with a clown for his 6th birthday party.My friend Janet joined me. It was fun!  I had know idea what day this would day would be the starting of.

First Time in a Clown Suit

I didn’t think about being a clown until my son Miguel was in kindergarten and about to turn 6 years old. I wanted to hire a clown for his party but I soon found out that a clown was not affordable to me. I thought to myself, “I could be the clown.” With the help of my sweet friend Janet Fry, we were the hit at the party. We had a lot of FUN! Thank you Janet.

Getting Educated

It was after this I met Frannie the clown outside Gypsy Treasure, who right away became my BFF (my Best Frannie Friend) . Frannie agreed to teach me how to face paint and twist balloons. We soon began painting the world together. I learned a lot from her and became passionate about being the best clown I could be. I was determined and practiced day and night.

Continuing the Journey

Bluetiful the Clown and Ah OOO Gah posing in Old Town

BLUEtiful the Clown today posing with Ah OOO Gah.

I still take online classes and attend jams to get better and better. There are many paths to become a clown.  The San Diego All Star Clown Club offers clown classes periodically. If you have any specific questions for me, you can contact me as well. Happy Clowning!