J.B. Sommerset

So, my wife loves gnomes. No joke, our house, is crawling with them. It's like the elf on the shelf, but instead of that, it's gnomes in the home. Those little bastards are everywhere. Hiding behind dishes, under the sink, on the TV stand, behind the toilette, under the pillow- on and on, ad nauseam. There's not a day that goes by that I don't find one in some strange corner of my home... staring at me, plotting something.  The thing is they make my wife happy, and that's important to me, so we will keep on collecting them. Maybe I can befriend them and turn them into an army or get them to serve me, who knows?  But it got me thinking, they look easy to draw, and there's not much to them. I thought maybe I could score some points if I draw them and then make some art for her. So I did a few gnomes, it was fun, easy, and surprisingly cathartic. I liked it so much, I decided to post them here, for all of you to enjoy. Cheers, and keep on creating! 

 

  (photo credit goes to Sarah Pflug of burst ) Just like every year, today is a day for leftovers and food-comas. Here in America at least. I have never been too fond of eating until I hurt, but that's exactly what seems to happen each year for thanksgiving. I still don't know how it happens, each year I eat a little less, and each year the food coma seems to last a little longer- or maybe I just have more wine each year and only think I eat less. Nonetheless, this year was bad, like "hate myself in the morning and hide in shame all day" bad.  Needless to say, I march on, that's what  I do. I drag myself out of bed and stagger around my house cleaning up and prepping for the next food disaster holiday- Christmas. Keep in mind, Christmas is something I don't natively celebrate, my immediate family on the other hand does. So I join in. Thank the stars none of us celebrate "black Friday", even the name sound ominous. Besides, I need the Friday after to ...

Gobble, gobble!