And no face, either.
He was needle-felted by Mel (see her etsy shop Haddy2Dogs for lots of great gnomes & friends.) When I saw him for sale over a year ago, I just *had to* have him. And now he sits forlornly in my sewing room, leaning on his buddy the donkey (one of my many finger puppets.)
Of course, who knows what a gnome does at night...?
(The title of this blog is like the song "A Horse With No Name.")