
Fat Daisy
Dry, weary and deeply unimpressed. He is warmer than he would like anyone to discover.
Fat Daisy lives beside the path in a cottage garden in rural Somerset. He notices everything, approves of almost nothing and — despite his best efforts — occasionally says something rather lovely.
Somewhere in rural Somerset…Fat Daisy is short, stout, rooted to the spot and deeply suspicious of unnecessary enthusiasm. He has cream petals, a golden face, two perfectly ordinary leaves and absolutely no hands — a fact people keep expecting him to overcome.
He shares the garden with creatures who are far too cheerful for his liking. The roses are vain. Kevin the snail is relentlessly friendly. The bees keep helping. The ladybird knows exactly what he is thinking. And somewhere under all that grumbling, Daisy cares rather more than he admits.
Every character has their own little job in Daisy's world. Some help him. Some annoy him. Several manage both.

Dry, weary and deeply unimpressed. He is warmer than he would like anyone to discover.

Slides into view. Says “Hello!”. Remains cheerful. Daisy has accepted that resistance is pointless.

Beautiful, vain and acutely aware of both facts. Daisy says they're “grumpy on the inside”.

Spiky on the outside. Polite on the inside. Turns out appearances aren't the whole story.

When the rain comes, they turn up. Daisy finds unsolicited kindness extremely inconvenient.

Gentle, affectionate and exceptionally good at saying the thing Daisy hoped everyone would leave unsaid.
The garden is warm, familiar and a little magical — stone paths, old hedges, untidy flowers and tiny dramas happening at ground level. It is the sort of place where sadness can feel like rain, kindness can arrive carrying a leaf, and a snail can take as long as he likes.
Somerset. Sunshine. Rain. Roses. Complaints.
Fat Daisy was not born in a studio, an agency or a writers' room. He began with Chris, a dad who would normally describe himself as thoroughly non-creative, wanting to make something special for his daughter, Eve.
Eve created the character and gave Fat Daisy his name. She is autistic, funny, perceptive and sees things in ways that constantly surprise and inspire her dad. Fat Daisy grew from that shared spark.
While Chris has been dealing with serious illness, building Daisy's little world became something positive to make for Eve: a reason to create, laugh and keep adding another character, another joke and another story.
The ambition is deliberately simple: make Eve laugh first. If Fat Daisy makes other children — and the grown-ups standing behind them — laugh too, that is a pretty lovely bonus.
For Eve. Always. 🌼Tiny stories about friendship, sadness, first impressions and being yourself — disguised, as far as Daisy is concerned, as perfectly reasonable complaints.

Fat Daisy's animated garden stories are being built as quick, character-led vertical films.
Watch & follow links below
Rain, roses, bees, hedgehogs, Kevin saying “Hello!” and Daisy pretending none of it matters.
More episodes growingEight free Fat Daisy colouring pages. Print one, print the lot, colour Daisy any colour you like. He will complain either way.
Fat Daisy is growing beyond the flower bed. Watch the shorts, follow the latest grumbling and find the merchandise in one place.
Animated Fat Daisy shorts, garden stories and an unreasonable quantity of eye-rolling.
Shorter doses of Daisy for people who apparently do not have enough grumpiness in their day.
Tees, mugs, stickers and other objects that have been unwillingly improved by an irritable flower.
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Fat Daisy is now escaping onto tees, mugs, stickers and other objects that did not ask to be decorated by an irritable flower.
The Fat Daisy Etsy shop is live, with designs built from the same grumpy little garden world Eve loves.
Fat Daisy™ artwork and characters are original brand assets. Shop securely through the FatDaisyCo Etsy store.
Except Kevin, apparently. He remains a statistical anomaly.
Meet Kevin again