Am I weird ?

Was taking pics of a cloud outside my window this morning and then realised the collection of stuff on my window shelf might make people think I am weird.
But let me explain; The adorable little Toby jug I bought for £1 on Chesterfield market. He usually looks after my fine paint brushes. I don't know where they have gone. He is adorable.
The long skull I found up the mountain  in Wales one day, lying about on its own. I picked it up cos I thought it an interesting subject and as they were always sheep roaming around up there I thought it was a sheep's skull. I took it home and cleaned it and de-bacterialised it.  I thought it would make a nice study for a still life. However I have since found out sheep's teeth do not grow like that ! I am too scared to look up what it might be (a dog?) but just in case it once was someones beloved pet, I look after it.

The large goblet was bought for me by my husband as he thought I would like it (?) . His thinking was , I think, that because I bought a similar one with miniature skulls on it and a pretend human skull when on holiday in St. Ives that I would like it. I din't at first but I am getting used to it now.
The reason I bought them was two fold :  When reading up on Buddhism I learned sometimes Buddhist monks to keep them selves on the straight and narrow visualise men and women as skeletons, so that what ever the person is wearing or what ever they are dressed up in , basically we are all the same under neath ie. of human frailty. I do not know if i am explaining correctly- Unless I quote Buddhist text directly it is hard to explain. Buddhists hold the view all life is sacred and they are very compassionate to people as we (they say) are all living in Samsara , which is known as the suffering plane. The world(s) consist of different planes and Samsara is one of them. Don't get me wrong we as humans are very lucky to have been born in this plane and it allows us to make good the wrongs we may have made in a last life. Anyway, they often have a skull or something similar to remind them of the fact we are all ashes to ashes dust to dust sorta thing. Try it ! If you look at a person and imagine their skeleton, it releases you from the impressions they have made on you with their jewellery, hairstyle or dress. And it allows you to be able to be compassionate towards them
So I thought I'd give it a go. It does work. we all die in the end and the best thing is to make this life as good as possible for our selves and for those around us.The other fold, was that I had an idea to do portraits in this vein (pardon the pun). A self portrait of me half person/granny/Elaine the other half a skeleton, which I DO have, but no-one sees. I thought portraits of other people the same, even doing portraits of disabled or scarred people with the skeleton on the bit that looks 'different' so that it shows they are still people, still the same as us. Actually now I think about it I think I will do it. That's a good idea Elaine ! Also the paint brushes are there because it was the window in my studio, where I also blog from. So at first glance my window shelf might seem odd or weird, but it makes perfect sense to me - Does that make me weird?

NB: Blogging this, the smell of burning wafted up from the kitchen I suddenly thought I had left the grill on so I legged it downstairs to turn it off. It was off. The thought that plopped into my head, praps it was my husband, who had spontaeneously combusted in his bed and I would go up to find him lying there smouldering!!!!Then I realsied it was him, but only because he had made toast and was sitting quite happily munching away. But thinking he has spontaeneously combusted was a little wierd, even for me !