Odd Woman Out

I may have a 'touch' of OCD. Just a touch. I like my cd's & movies alphabetized. I like my clothes in order by season, then by color. And the dishes have to go in the dishwasher just so or it drives me crazy. So you could imagine how dismayed (read: horrified) I was to notice this:

Do you see it?? Do you notice the obvious imbalance? Take a second look. . .
One of the candles doesn't match. It's there all alone. . .just waiting for itself to turn red so that it too can belong to the rest of the candle family.

When I mentioned the "slightly" disturbing, non-matching candle to my good ole' sis-in-law, she informed me that she had given it some thought and decided that the white candle was ME. I was the odd-person-out of the family. I took it as a compliment (I was sure she meant it that way, right?). To make me feel better, she added a shiny gold star to "me". And, although I am still not content with the non-matching mantel, I like that I was at least placed upon a pedestal. . .

Now figure out who the other candles represent!