I Went Out for Milk and Came Home with a Garden Gnome

I Went Out for Milk and Came Home with a Garden Gnome

Let me set the scene.

Three kids, one chaotic morning, a to-do list longer than my legs, and a fridge that looked like it had been ransacked by badgers. We were out of milk. Which, in this house, is code red. An absolute No, No! No milk means no tea, no coffee, no porridge, no cereal, and more! No milk = no peace.

So I did what any reasonable mother would do: I fled the house like it was on fire.

And here’s what happened.

I went to the shop.

I walked in with purpose. Fierce. Determined.
But then I saw the home and garden section. A corner, the one full of seasonal tat you didn’t know you needed until it stared into your soul, caught my eye.

There he was.
A tiny garden gnome holding a “Welcome” sign and a strawberry.
Did I need him?
No.
Did I relate to his energy?
Absolutely!

He looked like he’d seen things. Many of things! 
He was weathered. Judgy.
Possibly passive aggressive.
He was me in garden ornament form.

So I bought him.

And then I ended up getting distracted in the entire corner of the shop. Searching through their goodies. I strolled over to check out and placed my new gnome on the till. I completely forgot the milk!

The first mistake I made, if you haven’t already guessed? Was going to a shop that sells various items, including for the home & garden, instead of a local grocery shop.

Back to the gnome….

My daughter named him “Gerald.”

Honestly, 10/10 purchase.

We’ve now cleared a spot in the garden where Gerald watches over us all like a weird, overlord of domestic chaos.

Anyway, that’s a quick shopping update.
Did I change the world? No.
Did I accidentally start a new personality era based on whimsical ceramic décor? Possibly.

Gerald says hi.

Love,
Hannah xx