Editorial: Live, laugh… Bibble

That fuzzy blue and pink fairy puffball is the love of my life. Barbie may have Bibble by her side in Fairytopia, but she’ll never appreciate him like I do.  

Growing up, I had a Bibble toy that when you pressed on its stomach, it would shake and make noises. It was lowkey demonic. But it brought my dream sidekick into my arms. I would cradle him and listen while he bitched about Barbie back in Fairytopia and her wings that always changed. It was very confusing for him, always following her from behind.  

I moved onto a Bibble blanket after my dog broke the toy. I would snuggle that blanket so hard, I could almost hear Bibble singing me to sleep. The blanket kept me warm and happy until my sister used it for a backyard picnic and stained Bibble’s precious face with Ribena.  

My sister repaid me when a couple of years ago she made me a Bibble jacket. Bibble became embroidered into my world once again, and I welcomed him with open arms.  

At the ripe age of 21, my Bibble jackets sits on its hanger on my Facebook Marketplace clothes rack. He is the guardian puffball over my room, my flat and my life.