Gnome sweet gnome

Carmen dragged me to three yard sales this morning because apparently I ‘need to get out more’ and ‘see what the neighborhood has to offer.’ The first two were the usual suspects - old exercise equipment, romance novels from 1987, someone’s collection of ceramic cats.

Then we hit the jackpot. Carmen spotted this vintage garden gnome from across the yard and made a beeline for it like it was calling her name.

Gnome sweet gnome

The seller wanted two dollars. Carmen paid five because she said it was ‘clearly an antique family heirloom’ and she ‘couldn’t bear to lowball such craftsmanship.’

The resemblance is uncanny.

She’s been carrying it around the apartment for an hour now, introducing it to different rooms and asking my opinion on where it should ‘hold court.’ Jake’s going to walk in later and find a gnome staring at him from the kitchen counter. This should be interesting.