My sister is visiting. She just commented on the fact that I have (now had) a Halloween skeleton table runner decorating a prominent place in my living room. And no I don't have a year-round skeleton fetish. It really was a Halloween decoration. It was right on top of the T.V. cabinet (happy eye level) in the living room. 
Meaning, yes, I somehow managed to leave a Halloween decoration up through all of Thanksgiving, through Christmas (which I decorated the whole house for), through the big task of taking all of the festive Christmas decorations down, and through all of January. It's almost Valentine's day for pete's sake! I'm a little mortified (pun really wasn't intended).
We had Christmas at our house. I just looked through my Christmas pictures. There it was! My nativity set right over my skeleton table runner. I'm a crafty decorator sort of person. Even though I can be a slob, I've cleaned my living room dozens of times since Halloween. How could I not notice the skeleton right in front of me?
I'm thinking this could be some sort of metaphor for writing or something. I wonder where I have awkward skeletons in my work: right out in plain view where everyone sees them (even my mom who never notices anything about the way I decorate) but I'm so used to them that I don't even notice. And no one says anything because they are either too nice or they just think I'm weird like that. Hmmm...
Or I wonder what traits my characters might have that are like this. Obvious to everyone but themselves. Hmmm...
I have to say that I'm having quite the laugh at myself. In my defense, my husband didn't notice them either.
Meaning, yes, I somehow managed to leave a Halloween decoration up through all of Thanksgiving, through Christmas (which I decorated the whole house for), through the big task of taking all of the festive Christmas decorations down, and through all of January. It's almost Valentine's day for pete's sake! I'm a little mortified (pun really wasn't intended).We had Christmas at our house. I just looked through my Christmas pictures. There it was! My nativity set right over my skeleton table runner. I'm a crafty decorator sort of person. Even though I can be a slob, I've cleaned my living room dozens of times since Halloween. How could I not notice the skeleton right in front of me?
I'm thinking this could be some sort of metaphor for writing or something. I wonder where I have awkward skeletons in my work: right out in plain view where everyone sees them (even my mom who never notices anything about the way I decorate) but I'm so used to them that I don't even notice. And no one says anything because they are either too nice or they just think I'm weird like that. Hmmm...
Or I wonder what traits my characters might have that are like this. Obvious to everyone but themselves. Hmmm...
I have to say that I'm having quite the laugh at myself. In my defense, my husband didn't notice them either.