When plushies cause emotional anguish
I found a plushie artist on Instagram, and absolutely fell in love with one of her creations. Obsessed. I planned a life out with this plush, the things we’d do together! The joy he would bring!
I set alarms for her shop drop, got my husband ready to also try and get this plush.
The drop went live, and within a literal second, everything in that drop was sold. A literal second. I got it in my basket and that was as far as I could go, husband didn’t even get it in the basket and he’s fast!
I was gutted. I reached out to the creator, but her commissions aren’t open.
There’s is nothing else out there that is quite the same.
I thought, maybe I can find a similar pattern and make something similar! Tide me over! I even bought a sewing machine…. But I just don’t have even near the skill. It is not my forté.
My autistic ass is miserable, and obsessed. It’s all I can think of, and my mood is diabolical.
Why am I like this?! Hahaha
There is nothing that can be done, and I probably will be unsuccessful if she does another shop drop.
Have you ever had this? I feel sooooo pathetic!