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01/14/2026

PLEASEEE help. My child drew on her uggs with a dry erase marker I have tried dabbing alcohol with a cotton ball and no luck

01/14/2026

We are in a campground and this cat basically seems to have adopted us. Campgroud host said he’s been hanging around for about two years now and seems to do just fine however he’s on his own when winter comes. Otherwise he gets food and attention from campers. He jumped right into my camper and made himself at home. We have grown fond of him, he’s so chill, very affectionate, loves to talk and follows me around. Sometimes i have to coax him out of the camper and he resists. We are leaving in the morning and camp host said if I’d like to take him then go ahead. She didn’t have any idea where he came from or anything about him. What do you think, Should I leave him alone in the only home he knows or give him a loving home and take him. I don’t know how he would be with traveling. He seems happy and content but deserves a good home too. Here’s a few pics. Im torn on what to do.

01/14/2026

For 30 years my mom has been collecting everything that ever accidentally went through the wash. Coins, chapstick, hair ties, screws, random junk from pockets. She stuffs it all into this giant container and treats it like some untouchable artifact. And no, you’re not allowed to take anything back. Ever. Even if it was yours. Even if it just happened yesterday.
You lose something in the laundry and that’s it. It’s gone. Doesn’t matter if it’s money, something you actually need, or something you just bought. She’ll literally watch you if you get too close and remind you it’s “not yours anymore.” One mistake and it’s confiscated for life.
Looking at this thing makes me irrationally mad because it’s not cute or funny, it’s just a physical reminder of how control gets dressed up as a “quirk,” and I hate knowing how much of my stuff is trapped in there for no reason other than she decided it is.

01/14/2026

Everyone kept walking past my hospital room like they had somewhere more important to be. At 35, I'd waited so long for this moment that I had the whole script written in my head. How the nurses would coo, how my mom would cry happy tears, how strangers would peek in and smile at the beautiful newborn. Instead there was this weird silence, broken only by someone in the hallway saying something I wasn't supposed to hear but definitely did.
My daughter was born this morning at 5:58am and she's not what anyone expected, I guess. The nurse did this thing where she handed her to me without making eye contact, like she was sorry. My own mother's face went tight when she first looked at her, then she fumbled with some excuse about needing coffee and hasn't come back yet. That's been four hours. The girl who brings the meal trays actually said "oh" when she glanced at the bassinet, just that one syllable that landed like a slap.
I ordered this hand stitched baby blanket from someone on Tedooo app three months ago, back when I was still naive enough to think people would see what I see. It's cream colored with little stars and the seller had included a note about blessings and new beginnings. I wrapped my girl in it this afternoon and took this photo because she was smiling, actually smiling in her sleep like she knew something beautiful that the rest of them don't. I started a little Tedooo shop last week selling the prayer journals I make, thinking I'd have time during maternity leave. Turns out I'm going to need those prayers more than I thought.
She's perfect to me. That's what matters. If you can leave one kind word here, just one, maybe she'll grow up in a world that's gentler than the one that greeted her today.

01/14/2026

Back in August, my family acquired a new home, which immediately set about informing us—through a series of increasingly personal challenges—that it did not yet understand who we were or how we lived. Thus began the ceremonial Months of Projects, during which one attempts to bend drywall, landscaping, and one’s sanity into a shape resembling “comfortable.” The neighborhood itself is brand new, and the builders, in a moment of optimistic but tragically under-researched generosity, planted a cedar tree in every single yard. This would have been charming, had it not coincided with the existence of one homeowner (me) whose immune system reacts to cedar pollen as though it were an airborne declaration of warAs with all items on a honey-do list, the tree’s removal entered a state of quantum uncertainty—technically planned, but not yet observed in action. My husband, noting that pollen season was still months away and that optimism is free, felt no particular urgency. Thus, the first attempt at uprooting the tree occurred only yesterday, at which point the wooden-handled spade snapped cleanly in half, apparently offended by the very suggestion of manual labor. Our four-year-old, sensing destiny, volunteered to pull the tree out himself using sheer willpower and possibly superhero strength, but we agreed it would be wiser to obtain a replacement tool from a nearby chain store devoted entirely to such disappointments.
Fortunately, we had been gifted a store gift card as a housewarming present and were delighted to finally deploy it in the wild. Delight escalated to awe, and then to hushed reverence, when I impulsively added a carbonated beverage at checkout and the total came to exactly the value of the gift card. No remainder. No awkward seventeen cents lingering forever in a wallet. Just a perfect, closed system—an event so rare it may cause a slight shimmering in the space-time continuum. Proof is included so that you, too, may experience the deep and credible satisfaction of not needing a second payment method, nor being cursed with a gift card balance too small to ever use but too large to forget.
31F. No banana for scale, as my four-year-old no longer finds them appealing and I legally cannot force another banana bread on my family.

01/14/2026

This is what Elizabeth McCallin said about SEVANNA.
"Haven't posted anything in ages (but have been knitting constantly !). Couldn't resist sharing this Sevanna as I think the pattern is really lovely & great to knit. It's 2nd size done in Little Dreams Baby Sparkle (from Home Bargans) with a white trim."

01/14/2026

Aldi - you totally, absolutely rock! Manager had just put these out, lots still on the shelves when I left around 4:15pm. Location: Annandale, VA.

01/14/2026

I couldn’t resist taking this photo of my blanket in progress! I’m so anxious to finish it and wanted to share how the stitch I selected is coming along with the pattern:

01/14/2026

I've been staring at this lamp for three days trying to figure out if I have the guts to make one. Every vintage brooch I own is sitting in a shoebox under my bed because I never wear them anymore, my wrists are too swollen for most bracelets, and honestly when do I even go anywhere that needs a brooch? But throwing them away felt like erasing every flea market I ever dragged my kids to, every estate sale where I found something nobody else saw value in.
This lamp though. Layers of old lace doilies as the base, then brooches scattered across the shade like someone's jewelry box exploded in the most intentional way possible. Turquoise stones, enamel paisleys, little fabric flowers, random buttons that shouldn't work together but somehow do. The whole thing sits on a green ceramic base that looks like it came from someone's grandmother's dining room in 1974, and I can't stop thinking about how it's basically wearable art that you don't have to wear.
I started pulling out my own collection last night. Brooches I bought when the kids were little and we'd hit yard sales every Saturday morning before groceries. A peacock pin I found the weekend my daughter learned to ride a bike. A rhinestone cluster I bought the month after my divorce went through because I needed to prove to myself I could still see beauty in small things. I ordered a plain lampshade and a bag of vintage lace from someone's shop on the Tedooo app, and when it arrived yesterday I just sat there with my glue gun wondering if I was about to ruin thirty years of collecting or finally do something with it. I attached the first brooch this morning, a blue and gold enamel piece shaped like a leaf, and my hands were shaking so bad I had to stop and make coffee. But then I added another, and another, and now I'm halfway through and it's the most chaotic beautiful thing I've ever made. I posted a progress photo in one of the Tedooo groups for vintage crafters and three people asked if I'd make custom ones using their own brooch collections. I don't know if I'm ready to turn this into a business, but holding onto all these memories in a box under the bed wasn't doing anyone any good. At least now when I turn on the lamp at night, I'll see every single Saturday morning and every small victory all lit up at once.

01/14/2026

I initially saw this beautiful restaurant dining set posted on marketplace for $100 and inquired but after crunching the numbers with renting a truck for transport it was just more than I was willing to spend. After a few days they messaged me and said it's free if I wanted to come pick it up. I offered $50 for them to deliver it and here I sit with my new restaurant quality dining set. Apparently these are close to a grand new. It's very dull but I have no one to share it with.

01/14/2026

Got this at an antique fair a few weeks ago. The bail folds in and it becomes a pin instead of a pendant. No markings at all. Probably just a reproduction but for fifteen dollars I just had to have it. It was in a sale bin with other costume jewelry that looked gross and broken. This beauty stood out, sitting in the bottom of a box filled with tarnished chains and earrings missing their backs, like someone threw away their grandmother's entire jewelry box without looking through it first.
I almost walked past that vendor's table completely. I'd been at the fair for three hours, my feet hurt, I'd bought nothing, and I was ready to go home. But something made me stop and dig through that bin, and there it was. Art deco filigree work with sapphire blue stones in a geometric pattern, the kind of detail you don't see in modern costume jewelry. The pin mechanism still works perfectly, clicks into place like it was made yesterday, and when I hold it up to the light the metalwork casts intricate shadows that prove someone actually cared when they made it.
I posted photos in a Tedooo group for vintage jewelry collectors asking if anyone could identify the era or maker, and within an hour I had twelve responses. One woman said it's likely 1920s or a very good 1950s reproduction, another said the lack of markings might actually make it more valuable because some high-end pieces weren't stamped. Someone else offered me a hundred dollars for it on the spot, which made my stomach drop because I'd just bought it to wear, not to sell.
I wore it yesterday pinned to my jacket and my daughter asked where I got it. When I told her fifteen dollars at an antique fair she said "Mom, that's either the luckiest find you've ever made or the saddest thing someone ever donated." She's right. Somewhere someone let this end up in a discount bin, either because they didn't know what they had or it hurt too much to keep. I've been looking at estate jewelry differently since, browsing Tedooo shops that sell vintage pieces, realizing how much beauty ends up discarded because nobody takes time to look closely.

01/14/2026

I need to know if I’m wrong for this before I commit. My sister in law was visiting and she used my yarn to make this blanket while she was here. So a couple of things. She used almost all of my stash making this and I don’t really like it. So I was thinking of undoing it and getting my yarn back. I can’t really afford to replace this yarn. Tell me if I’m being an as***le. She will never know I’ve done this

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