I have a slight fascination with skulls and bones.

On Friday, I found a fantastic skirt that made me think somewhat of the Aztec-style skulls (although with a weird acidy twist to it with those odd hearts-for-eyes) and immediately *had* to buy it. No second thoughts, just, "Right, you're coming home with me!" (the print of the skirt is on the top pic) (the other pics are: my scarf, my backpack and the print on a cardigan.)

The only weird thing about it all was the guy in the shop calling me "mate." But we've seen each other often before when he's been working in that store and I've popped in to see what skull-y goodness might be on offer. Still, "mate" seems more of a term you'd use on guys. And I'm quite obviously not one of them.

Anyway. Skulls. Bones. Tombstones. It all seems kind of emo or gothic or something like that, but really it's not. For a start, I've got no desire to do odd things to my hair, wear skinny black jeans and write appalling poetry on MySpazz *shudder* I've just always been interested in such things. And I watched The Addams Family a lot when I was growing up, so that probably explains quite a lot.

We went across the Simpson Desert when I was younger, and I found a camel's skeleton among some of the dunes. It took quite a bit of convincing on the part of my parents for me to not stash parts of it in the 4WD. I was quite fascinated with a sheep's skull I found in a paddock when I was Kindergarten-age (it had such odd teeth). There are random bits of animal bones and teeth I've collected over the years in odd places around the house (including a shark's tooth I found on a beach on Kangaroo Island). My dog's ashes are in a wooden box on top of the television.

Morbidity is probably the only explaination. Either that, or I've been won over by the cute sugar-candy skulls that are a feature of Día de los Muertos...