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Molika Anna, 122 Geneva Street, New York, NY (2025)

07/21/2025

I was at the grocery store this morning and heard a loud crash and something shattering. Being nosey, I walked towards the sound and saw some people whispering and looking back to the end of the next aisle. When I walked down that aisle, I saw an elderly lady had hit a shelf and many things had fallen to the ground and broke. She was kneeling on the floor embarrassed, frantically trying to clean up.

I felt so bad for her, and everyone was just standing there staring at her. So I went and knelt beside her and told her not to worry and started helping her pick up the broken pieces. After about a minute, the store manager came and knelt beside us and said, “Leave it, we will clean this up.”

The lady, totally embarrassed said, “I need to pay for all this first.” The manager smiled, helped her to her feet and said, “No ma’am, we have insurance for this, you do not have to pay anything!”

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We can have that same insurance and it’s called Grace. When you can, show some. It will make the world of difference.

07/21/2025

Opened Ninja to find this. What now?
Obviously something got left behind after a meal. No clue when as I rarely use the thing, and the only reason I looked in side is because I'm moving stuff around in our kitchen while cleaning. The pot shouldn't be as big of a deal despite being worse since it's removable. I've got no idea what to do about the hinged air fryer lid. Don't want to end up spraying our food with bleach/cleaner residue the next time we do use it. Thanks for even looking at this mess!

07/21/2025

Australia testing out glow-in-the-dark roads 👏

07/21/2025

I found these amazing blacklight accent pictures in a random consignment shop in the middle of nowhere Missouri, during my cross country road trip. You bet I made room in our RV. 😆💕

07/21/2025

Master bath in my 1938 home is now completed. New paint, new toilet and lots of scrubbing.

07/20/2025

I came across these odd holes in my backyard. I can't tell if something was burrowing or what. I don't recall ever seeing anything like this before.

07/20/2025

Please help: 1. Hillshire maple cappucino. 2. Bruce -LM Natural (low gloss). 3. TecWood Lenox Tan. 4. TecWood Barley Buff. This will go throughout my house. Open to other engineered wood floor suggestions. My cabinets are maple and I love them as is. Thanks!

07/20/2025

Watching your mother die slowly is like drowning in plain sight while everyone around you pretends the water isn't rising.

Mom is 89 and on hospice. The doctors say weeks, maybe days. We're having an estate sale next month because none of us can afford to keep her house, and strangers will come pick through the pieces of her life like vultures.

But I couldn't put her brooch collection in that sale. Every single one has a story. The blue flower one Dad gave her on their first anniversary. The butterfly she bought herself the day she got her first job. The little heart I made for her in third grade art class.

I've been staring at this shoebox full of brooches for days, trying to figure out what to do with them. I can't wear them all, my sisters live too far away to want them, and they're too precious to just stick in a drawer.

Yesterday I was scrolling through the Tedooo app where I've been selling some of Mom's furniture, and I saw this woman who makes memory pieces from vintage jewelry. I messaged her at 2 AM, probably sounding desperate, explaining about Mom and the brooches.

She wrote back within an hour. Said she'd just lost her own mother and understood completely. She could turn them into a memory tree, where each brooch would become a leaf or flower, creating something beautiful I could hang in my home.

When I picked it up today, I sat in my car and cried for twenty minutes. Every brooch is exactly where it should be, telling Mom's story in a way that will never end up in someone else's estate sale.

Tomorrow I'm taking it to show her. I want her to see that her treasures will live on, that someone will remember the stories behind each piece.

Sometimes love means turning goodbye into something you can hold onto forever.

07/20/2025

My daughter Emma is 9, and last year was rough. Really rough. The kids at school decided that quilting wasn't cool for someone her age. They'd make fun of the fabric scraps she'd bring for show and tell, roll their eyes when she talked about patterns. She came home quiet most days, just went straight to her room.
I have a small quilting business through the Tedooo app, nothing fancy, just lap quilts and wall hangings that help pay for groceries. Emma would sit next to me while I worked, watching my hands, asking quiet questions about color combinations. I never pushed her to try because I didn't want it to feel like homework.
Then I started noticing fabric missing from my stash. Little pieces here and there. I didn't say anything, just figured she was playing with scraps. But last month, she knocked on my sewing room door holding this quilt.
A whole jelly roll race quilt. Bright, messy, perfect strips of every fabric I'd ever brought home. She'd been working on it for weeks, teaching herself from YouTube videos after school while I thought she was just doing homework.
"I want to enter it in the county fair," she said, not asking permission, just telling me. "And if I win something, can I start selling quilts on your Tedooo shop too?"
We entered it last weekend. She stood next to that quilt, shoulders back, explaining to the judges how she chose each fabric, how she learned to press seams, how quilting makes her feel calm when everything else feels loud.
Third place. Blue ribbon. But more than that, she found her voice. She's already sketching her next design, talking about opening her own section in my Tedooo store when she turns 10.
Those kids can keep their opinions. My daughter's got plans.

07/20/2025

I’ve tried so hard to get this corner right and I just don’t love it! It needs to be able to store my records underneath and have the record player sit on top. Any recommendations are super appreciated!

07/20/2025

When I moved into my first apartment at 22, my dad pulled me aside and said something I'll never forget: "Honey, most contractors install the plates with screws that are only half an inch long. One good kick and they're useless."
I remember thinking he was being paranoid. Who kicks in doors anyway? But he insisted on showing me this trick - replacing those tiny screws with 4-inch ones that go deep into the door frame. Takes maybe five minutes, costs three dollars, but makes your door almost impossible to force open.
Fast forward eight years, and I'm living alone in a sketchy part of town. Last month, I heard someone testing my door handle at 2 AM. Then came the shoulder hits. I was on the phone with 911, heart pounding, listening to this person trying everything to get in. But that door held. Those long screws my dad made me install saved my life that night.
Police said most break-ins happen because people rely on the builder's original hardware. The guy gave up after a few minutes and moved on to my neighbor's place, where the door gave way on the second try. She wasn't home, thank God, but seeing her apartment torn apart the next morning made me sick.
I started telling everyone I know about this simple fix. Posted it in a home safety group on the Tedooo app where I sometimes sell my resin projects, and the response was incredible. Parents, college kids, single women - everyone sharing their own close calls and thanking me for the tip.
Now I keep a box of 4-inch screws in my workshop and install them for friends whenever they move. It's such a small thing, but knowing you're safe in your own home? That's priceless.

07/20/2025

My husband has this weird habit of photographing every sunrise and sunset that means something to us. Not just any sky - only the ones that matter. The first date when we watched the sun come up after talking all night. The morning we moved in together. The evening we finished our first craft project at 3 AM, covered in paint and laughing until we cried.

He never told me what he was doing with all these photos. I thought it was just his way of remembering things. Then last month, he shows up with this frame he'd been working on in secret. Twelve strips of wood, each one holding a different sky from our story.

"These are our rings," he said, which made no sense until he explained. Each photo was a moment when we chose each other again. The sunset from our first fight and makeup. The sunrise after we almost broke up but decided to try harder. The golden hour when I got my first sale on the Tedooo app and he spun me around in the kitchen because he was so proud.

The last strip at the bottom? That's the sunset when he proposed. I was so focused on the ring I didn't even notice he was still taking pictures. But there it is - the sky that watched us promise forever.

Now it hangs in our living room and every time I walk past it, I see our whole relationship laid out in light. Not just the pretty moments, but the hard ones too. The mornings when we didn't want to get out of bed. The evenings when we had to figure out how to love each other better.

People ask where we got it made and I tell them - we made it ourselves. Not the frame, he built that from old barn wood. But the story inside? That took five years and counting.

Some couples collect wine corks or ticket stubs. We collect skies. And somehow that feels perfect for us.

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