I have a thing for all things disco balls and gnomes. and Snow Globes but to be fair, I've really tried to give up that truck stop habit. OH! and hands! I LOVE HANDS!!!
Okay, yes, my name is Shana and I am a hoarder...I come from a long line of hoarders....
While wasting time and not doing anything I am supposed to be doing, like making the kids a nutritious dinner, I saw this tonight and was so super-duper happy!
The price tag is way too pricey for me. $129 dollars? I couldn't live with myself if I spent that amount of money on this beaut. I still want him though.
Bertram, our families traveling gnome, jumped to his death this summer while visiting Branson, Missouri. I think mainly he was trying to get away from Hillbilly Hell and our warring factions over Silver Dollar City vs Titantic exhibit vs a religious revival with snakes and tongues and the holy spirit of sorts. I seriously was jealous of him when he bit it.
I think my mother may have still have his broke-ass self as she is the queen of fixing shit up like no other. I'm not so patient. Even the girls are all like, "Hey, can you give this to Grandmother? She can fix anything! You? Not-so-much!"
Yo! Hey Mom! If you are reading this and still have him, would you please! slap some glue on his plasterfied body because I'm 'bout to mirror-dazzling him to the max!
This way he will be super fab when he travels with us into a bar later this month during a dance convention.
Rich, Bertram and I, sitting at a table in western Oklahoma alongside Dance Moms and screaming girls to the hilt. All staring at us like we've lost our minds because a bedazzled gnome is way stranger than being with 500 girls in whore make-up and cutthroat mom's throwing shade.
Yep, I will have Bertram ready for dance fever asap. He may be minus a hunk here and there,
but we are all a little broken after all.
Posted by: Yo Mama | 02 November 2014 at 08:35 PM
Bedazzling the crap out of that thing should hide any imperfections! He would make a perfect addition to any Dance competition.
We were in Branson in May - we ate at the place with the giant chicken, because why not? The kitsch in that town is unparalleled! We had a good time, though. We stayed right down the street from the Titanic museum at the Fairfield Inn. My husband asked for a room off the road, because he likes his quiet, and the desk clerk refused, saying "You don't want a view of King Kong's butt!" And although it is virtually impossible to find free things to do there, we managed to find a few!
Posted by: a | 02 November 2014 at 09:07 PM
have you seen pictures of mirrors put on rocks? they end up looking like melting disco balls it's kind of cool (i spend too much time on pinterest)
Posted by: britt | 02 November 2014 at 09:45 PM