Not too long ago this weird little creature started showing up in his freaky poses all over my kitchen. One day he was resting in peace on a carefully folded tissue pallet in the windowsill; another day he and his death-defying grin suddenly appeared on the chair in the study.
He has a nice heft to him, none of that papery, light feeling you expect from a skeleton; and he actually makes a very pleasant sound when you rattle him. He jingles. Santa Skeleton.
The Maker crafted him from clay — which was fired by one of his teachers — then he carefully assembled the pieces with white yarn and toted him home, where he haunts our house with his feverish grin. Whenever he starts to get to me, I pick him up and jingle him, and his creep factor diminishes.
He probably hates that I keep killing his skeleton cred.
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…because if there’s one thing a skeleton holds dear, it’s his creep cred…
Well, they can’t hold too darn much dear. No pockets.
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I love the facial expression on this thing! It reminds me of some of the cassette cover art from back when my brother was in a band..
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Most excellent cassette cover art! I like the linocut in particular. Gotta drag out my lino stuff again sometime soon.
Damn, I haven’t seen a cassette tape in ages. My best ever cassette tape story: Found a Heavy Metal tape in a parking lot around 1982. Totally changed my world.