Iām not going to lie, I used to be the type to cringe at adults whose beds were covered in stuffed animals and still do believe there should be a cut off but I just recently began growing my family of plushies and itās really upgraded my lounging time, of which there is a lot of. Sometimes Iām not sure what my overall aesthetic is or how I want my home to look but I think itās somewhere between Korean minimalism and straight up age regressed paradise. Iām unashamed of the joy it brings me to walk into a store, suddenly come across a plushie I feel drawn to and bring it home with a newfound name/personality. My first one was a four foot teddy bear handed down to me by a follower after I posted how much I wanted a giant teddy bear. Shout out to them. His name is Genji, named after Murasaki Shikibuās āThe Tale of Genjiā: a classic work of Japanese literature written in the early 11th century centered on the life and loves of a handsome son born to an Emperor. Then, I have a Harbour seal whoās name I forgot so I renamed him Melvin, a grey bunny named Roger and a pink squishmallow named Martha May Vicky Christina Barcelona. I donāt know why theyāre mostly male so donāt ask me. I look forward to extending this family.