Customer Reviews

Carruth Studio 344 Mr. Wrinkles

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What a delightful edition to my collection of garden ornaments. Anything that makes me laugh this hard everytime I look at it is worth more than the asking price. Well made ...excellent detail...sure to stand up to many years of indoor or outdoor use.

For those who have never seen Carruth pieces up close, let me tell you a little about them. They hold up well outdoors, they have a nice tan chalky coating painted on them, they are heavy because they are cement, and the detail is wonderful considering they are cement pieces.

Mr. Wrinkles is one of my favorite pieces. He's got wonderful bumpy skin that looks life-life (for a toad). He's small, however, he's full of small details like the small dragonfly and the ornate crown. I think that anyone who sees this guy will smile or laugh since he's so personable. He's suitable for outdoor decoration, however, I think that he's better appreciated someplace where he can be seen up close like on a table or stand where his detail can be fully appreciated. :)

I discovered George Caruth on-line several months ago but couldn't decide which statue I liked best. I decided to get Mr. Winkles and I couldn't be happier. The detail in this statue is incredible, the expression on his face and all the tiny additions. Mr. Caruth is a remarkable artist. It is worth every penny. I got it for my garden but so far I am keeping it in the house so I can look at it!

Mr. Wrinkles is a delightful little guy with incredible detail. We are pleasantly surprised and amazed. He guards our BBQ pit in all his splendor. Absolutely charming!=D

Mr. Wrinkles is more "scary" looking than whimsical but if you like this kind of "look" he's worth the price.

My sister loved him. I was glad to ship him to her instead of keeping him!

Once, before the coming of the light...before the keeper of the prescription pad cast the clouds from my eyes and brought me from the darkness, I had no Mr. Wrinkles. Clutching my goat sack of dried beef, I'd ask of the other shadows "Where is my Mr. Wrinkles?", though it meant something very different at the time. They didn't speak in the cave.
Then the Sacred White-Robed Attendants came, and dressed me in my ceremonial five-point restraints. He who walks behind the prescription pad, wielding his mighty 16 gauge golden needle of enlightenment, approached me and mightily smote me. Now I see humor in everything.

I like to to sit in my room and look out at the gardens. I look out at Mr. Wrinkles. I scream, laughing.

HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa. He likes me. He tells me that I can join them someday...in the garden. He tells me how to pick locks and bypass security. I'm a secret agent for the frog prince.