It started at my brother’s wedding, when my cousin hosted a trivia game and my daughters won a Labubu. One figure became a set, then a collection, because I’ve never been able to enjoy anything in a healthy, casual way - I leap from curious to committed in a heartbeat.
Most people notice only the jagged teeth, manic stares, and chaos, dismissing them as creepy. Then I came across the sweet series: pastels, soft fur, squinty eyes, mischievous smiles. That’s when the charm clicked.
In a world where childhood flickers mostly across screens, these little weirdos carried us back into the hobby room. My girls dressed them in miniature outfits, tugging tiny sleeves over chubby arms, pinching at buttons, fussing with hats and ribbons - each detail sparking a new personality: shy in a bonnet, gangster in a tracksuit, classy with a handbag. Imagination thrives in the hands, not on a device.