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05/11/2025

Found this in a thrift store, what are the holes for?

05/11/2025

I messed up.

05/11/2025

What is this little door for ?🤔🤔🤔🤔

05/11/2025

Couple war unlocked 🥲💕 Help us end it with your vote!

05/11/2025

I recently bought this rug (which I LOVE!) to style our whole room around, but now that it’s here I’m not sure it works in our space! After some tips and tricks to make it feel more like it belongs here.
Thanks 🙂

05/11/2025

I need suggestions on what color to use with this green tub. Can’t replace or change the color of the tub and sink. I am going to try painting the tile. Also removing the pink wallpaper.

05/11/2025

My husband thinks it’s worthless. My Father thinks it’s a valuable antique. I have no idea how to identify it properly. Please help!

23/10/2025

My neighbors haven't spoken to me in three years, not since the divorce when I got the house and apparently their sympathy. Every October they do their perfect pumpkins and hay bales like we live in some Martha Stewart fever dream, and I'm supposed to smile and wave like I'm not drowning in here.
This year I spent eighty-seven dollars on Tedooo app buying Halloween props from someone's shop in Nevada who clearly understood that sometimes you need to make a statement. Fake blood, plastic body parts, the kind of stuff that makes HOA presidents write strongly worded emails. My ex-husband called me "tasteful" for nineteen years like it was a compliment. Like being small and quiet and appropriate was the same thing as being loved.
I set everything up at six in the morning while it was still dark, coffee in one hand and this feeling in my chest like I was finally doing something that was mine. The body on the roof took me forty minutes and a ladder I bought at a yard sale. My hands were shaking the whole time, not from fear of falling but from this weird joy of knowing how much this would bother everyone. The blood trail down the walkway used up three bottles. I didn't measure or plan or ask anyone's permission.
Mrs. Peterson from two houses down knocked on my door by noon. "This is inappropriate for a neighborhood with children," she said, like her kids don't play video games where they shoot people for fun. I told her the kids actually love it, which is true because five of them have already asked to take photos with it. She left without saying anything else.
My sister texted me that I'm "acting out" and need therapy. Maybe she's right. Or maybe I'm just done being the quiet one who makes everyone comfortable. I listed some of my old holiday decorations on Tedooo app last night, all the tasteful things my ex picked out, and someone already bought the whole lot for two hundred dollars. That money's going toward more fake blood for next year.
The kids on my street keep ringing the doorbell to tell me this is the best house on the block. Their parents smile tight smiles and pull them away quickly. I don't care anymore. For once in my life, I'm the house people talk about, and I'm not even sorry about it.

23/10/2025

After four years of giving my heart and soul to my job, they fired me over dropping a coffee cup and a Coke bottle from my tray. I had just finished a 14-hour shift, I was exhausted, and it was an accident. But my boss called me pathetic and told me to be ashamed of myself. Those words broke something inside me because I'm already someone who's really hard on myself.
I couldn't get out of bed for days. I kept hearing her voice calling me worthless. My husband and my little girl watched me fall apart, and it hurt them to see me like that.
Then one morning, I woke up to this. My husband had filled our entire living room with sunflowers, and my daughter was wearing this beautiful matching sunflower outfit that he had ordered for her. She ran up to me with the biggest smile and said, "Mommy, you're like the sunshine, so we brought sunshine to you!"
I just started crying, but for the first time in weeks, they were happy tears.
That same morning, I checked my phone and found three orders waiting for me on the Tedooo app. Three people wanted me to create custom sunflower arrangements for them. I had started my little flower arranging shop there just before everything fell apart, but I never imagined it would take off like this.
My husband looked at me and said, "See? Other people see your worth even when you can't see it yourself. Maybe that job wasn't meant for you. Maybe this is."
Six months later, my sunflower business has grown beyond anything I ever dreamed. Every arrangement I create reminds me that sometimes the most beautiful things grow from the darkest soil. And my daughter? She still wears sunflower outfits and tells everyone her mommy makes people happy with flowers.
That boss was wrong about me. I'm not pathetic. I'm a sunflower, and I turn toward the light.

23/10/2025

Every time we do the laundry, the socks with no partner go into a bag. Once I feel like it, we lay them out and play the matching game. This time I'm staring at maybe thirty lonely socks on my living room floor and thinking what a waste. I saw someone in a crafters group on Tedooo app talking about upcycling mismatched socks into dog toys and draft stoppers, and it hit me that I could actually do something with these instead of letting them rot in a drawer for another five years. Turned out there's this whole community of makers on Tedooo app who upcycle fabric scraps, and I ended up selling a bunch of sock heating pads I made with rice inside. My daughter thinks I've lost it, sitting here with a needle and thread at the kitchen table, but honestly these little projects keep my hands busy and my mind quiet. Plus now when a sock goes missing I don't spiral into that weird rage about the dryer eating my life anymore.

23/10/2025

No time to clean, no time to put switch plates back on, the paint is still wet and I need to share NOW. definitely not everyone's cup of tea, but I love this green so much I could cry.
I've been browsing vintage restoration projects on the Tedooo app for months, just saving ideas from these incredibly talented home DIYers who tackle old houses. When I finally committed to this olive green for our stairwell, my husband thought I was insane. But honestly? Seeing all those bold color choices from other renovators on Tedooo gave me the confidence to go for it. And now that it's up, I'm absolutely obsessed. This is the exact vibe I was going for - moody, vintage, unapologetically bold. I already posted progress pics on there and someone messaged asking if I do consultation calls for color selection. Wild! I might actually start selling virtual design advice sessions on the app because apparently people want this exact chaotic energy in their own homes.

23/10/2025

Last October my son came home from school crying because nobody wanted to be his partner for the Halloween parade.
He has Down Syndrome and he's seventeen, which is that brutal age where kids are old enough to exclude him on purpose but young enough to be cruel about it. He wanted to be a Cherry Slurpee so badly, kept showing me pictures on his tablet, and I stayed up until 3am hot-gluing red tulle to a cardboard box wondering if any of this even mattered.
He handed out candy to his classmates that day with the biggest smile, didn't even notice half of them were laughing. I noticed though. I noticed everything.
This year he announced in September he wanted to be popcorn, changed his mind six times, then settled back on popcorn. My husband said maybe we should buy a regular costume this year, something easier, but I was already sketching designs on the back of a grocery receipt. Found the striped fabric I needed from someone's destash sale on the Tedooo app, and she included a handwritten note saying her daughter has autism and she gets it. I usually use Tedooo just to find ideas from people or sell my craft, but this order was so meaningful, and I'm so glad I did it.
I made that costume bigger, brighter, more ridiculous than last year. Used an entire bag of cotton batting for the popcorn pieces.
Yesterday he wore it to school and three kids asked if I could make them costumes too. My son told them his mom only makes costumes for people who are nice to everybody.
I've never been more proud.