There’s a new addition to our living room that is something I’ve wanted for a long time – a skull. While my family and I were wandering around St. Macdara’s Island last month, my dad found this beaut of a sheep’s skull and I squealed with glee like a little girl, coupled with clapping of the hands. Don’t worry, I got some weird looks so you’re not the only one. I just really like skulls. It might have to do with my undying {and secret / embarrassing} love of pirates.
I did some research on how to keep and best show skulls and it’s quite interesting. From removing the teeth and sticking them back with glue {to make sure they don’t fall out and go missing}, as well as giving them a coating of clear nail varnish to make them look fancy.
He looks a bit sad at the moment. Maybe he needs to be propped up on more books, but I was thinking of kicking him up a notch. I quite like this mounted version below, although my sheep isn’t so well endowed, or there is the emo-alternative of painting him all black. I’m leaning towards lefty at the moment … What do you think?
I feel I should say this sheep {more than likely} died of natural causes on an isolated and uninhabited island in the Atlantic, roaming free and smiling and bleating all over the place and eating grass to it’s heart content, until it’s unfortunate demise quite some time ago. I didn’t attack this poor creature with a hatchet. In case some of you were wondering.
