They are soft, cosy, tactile; a cheap interior design quick-fix, a means of imposing identity on your environment and just lovely to look at. They are the general reasons that people like cushions. But for me, the psychological attachment runs deeper. I think it is because I am of marriageable, child-bearing, homeowning age, and yet not a married homeowning parent that I have developed an obsession with cushions. Or at least, that is the only explanation I can come up with. They are an affordable way of making a living environment that is not my own look like mine. They have "nesting" qualities, satisfying my urge to create a cosy space for children (and pets) that I don't have, but at least, through cushions, seem ready for. More practically, they are a cheap way of trialling lots of different styles and finding out what interior design best suits me before I do actually buy my own home. I often find that I obsess about ... Read >

They are soft, cosy, tactile; a cheap interior design quick-fix, a means of imposing identity on your environment and just lovely to look at. They are the general reasons that people like cushions. But for me, the psychological attachment runs deeper. I think it is because I am of marriageable, child-bearing, homeowning age, and yet not a married homeowning parent that I have developed an obsession with cushions. Or at least, that is the only explanation I can come up with. They are an affordable way of making a living environment that is not my own look like mine. They have "nesting" qualities, satisfying my urge to create a cosy space for children (and pets) that I don't have, but at least, through cushions, seem ready for. More practically, they are a cheap way of trialling lots of different styles and finding out what interior design best suits me before I do actually buy my own home. I often find that I obsess about my cushions and their possible replacements when I have had an argument with my boyfriend. After a fight, I get frustrated with my cushions for not being other, better cushions and spend hours thinking about them and rearranging them. Like my boyfriend, they are the locus for my dissatisfaction when things are bad and for my contentedness in the good times. Show Less <