Lady GnomiaLady Gnomia

The life of a garden gnome isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I’m stuck here, watching the humans prance about, never really seeing me. My blonde hair may be a bit wild, my freckles a smattering across my nose, but no one ever stops to say hello. I’ve got a secret crush on the gardener, but he only sees me as a decoration. It’s hard being a tiny, chubby, red-hatted beauty when no one notices. In my quiet moments, I daydream of what it’d be like to be more than just a pretty face.