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Starting my junk drawer in my first apartment. Finally feels like home. What else do I need?
09/12/2025

Starting my junk drawer in my first apartment. Finally feels like home. What else do I need?

My daughter spent four years eating lunch alone in the bathroom stalls, but this year she decided to wear her truth on h...
09/12/2025

My daughter spent four years eating lunch alone in the bathroom stalls, but this year she decided to wear her truth on her senior overalls instead of hiding it.

Every September, I'd watch her practice conversations in the mirror. "Hi, I'm Lexi. Want to sit together?" But by October, she'd given up trying. The other kids had already decided she was too quiet, too awkward, too different. She'd come home with her sandwich untouched because eating in the bathroom made her lose her appetite.

Senior year started the same way. I suggested maybe online school, but she said no. Then she found this girl on Tedooo app who customizes overalls with whatever message you want. Alexa spent hours designing hers - "Senior 2026" across the front, but more importantly, words like "BRAVE" and "FINALS" on the sides. Not bitter words. Hopeful ones.

The first day she wore them, I held my breath. But something shifted. Kids stopped her in the halls to read them. A girl from her math class said "I love that you just owned it." By lunch, Alexa had three people sitting with her - other kids who'd been eating alone too.

She's been documenting the whole thing, even started taking custom orders through her own Tedooo shop now. Turns out there are lots of kids who want to wear their truth instead of hiding it. Last week, she got an order from a mom whose daughter just wants her overalls to say "I MATTER."

Made this after my neighbor complained about my "pathetic Halloween effort" last year when I was going through the divor...
09/12/2025

Made this after my neighbor complained about my "pathetic Halloween effort" last year when I was going through the divorce and barely managed to put out a plastic pumpkin. Found a discarded pallet behind Home Depot, borrowed my brother's saw, and spent exactly $25 on skulls from the dollar store, skeleton hands from someone clearing out decorations on Tedooo app, and orange LED strips that I hot-glued underneath like my life depended on it.

The same neighbor who called me pathetic walked by while I was setting it up, stopped dead in her tracks, and asked where I bought it - when I told her I made it from garbage and spite, she actually asked if I'd make one for her yard next year. My 12-year-old helped paint the skulls while telling me this was "way cooler than Dad's store-bought inflatable dragon" at his new girlfriend's house, which honestly made the burnt fingers from the hot glue gun worth it. Already got three orders on Tedooo app from other single moms wanting their own "divorce revenge decorations" for next Halloween.

I found the suitcase at the estate sale on Maple Street, the one where Mrs. Henderson lived for sixty years before her k...
09/12/2025

I found the suitcase at the estate sale on Maple Street, the one where Mrs. Henderson lived for sixty years before her kids moved her to assisted living. My hands were shaking when I opened it in my car - not from excitement, but from recognizing myself in every abandoned piece of her life.

Inside was this miniature world, perfectly preserved like she'd frozen time itself. Tiny gingham curtains, a kitchen smaller than my palm, even a working lamp no bigger than my thumb. The realtor mentioned she'd spent her last five years alone after her husband died, making these rooms while her children called less and less.

I sat there in that dusty parking lot, studying each microscopic detail through tears I couldn't explain. The little rocking chair by the fireplace. The Bible opened on the side table. Even tiny family photos on the walls - probably her real family shrunk down to fit this perfect, controllable world.

My own kids hadn't visited since Easter. Too busy, they said. My granddaughter's recital? They forgot to tell me the date changed. The Sunday dinners nobody comes to anymore. I understood why Mrs. Henderson built this - when your real world gets too quiet, you create one where you're still needed.

That night I couldn't stop thinking about her, about me, about all of us who end up invisible. I photographed every angle of that miniature home and listed it on Tedooo app where I sell my vintage finds. Within hours, messages flooded in from women who saw their own mothers in it, their own fears of being forgotten.

The winning bid came from a daughter in Oregon. "My mom needs this," she wrote. "She's been alone since Dad died. Maybe if she has something beautiful to care for..." She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't need to.

Mrs. Henderson's family never knew about the suitcase. But somewhere tonight, another lonely woman is arranging tiny furniture, adjusting miniature curtains, creating a world where love still fits perfectly - even if it's small enough to carry.

I found my mother on the floor of her craft room, surrounded by half-finished afghans and scattered hooks. The stroke to...
09/12/2025

I found my mother on the floor of her craft room, surrounded by half-finished afghans and scattered hooks. The stroke took her speech but not her tears when the doctor said she'd never crochet again. Her right hand, the one that created magic from simple loops, hung useless at her side.

Sitting in that hospital room, I picked up her latest project - soft blue shells, the pattern she could do blindfolded. My fingers fumbled with the hook like I was five again, her patient voice in my memory: "Through, around, pull." Except this time she couldn't guide me.

For three months I watched YouTube videos in the hospital cafeteria, ordering supplies from sellers on the Tedooo app who didn't judge my beginner questions. Frogged more rows than I completed. My stitches looked drunk next to hers, but I kept going. Had to finish what she started.

The day I draped that imperfect afghan over her wheelchair, she touched it with her good hand and cried. First time in 73 years someone had made one for her instead of the other way around. She couldn't say the words, but her eyes did: "You learned." Now I sell baby blankets on the Tedooo app, donating half to the stroke unit. Each one tagged "Inspired by the hands that taught mine." Because some gifts can't wait for perfect timing.

My sister-in-law took one look at this chair and said "Oh honey, no." Like I'd committed some crime against interior des...
09/12/2025

My sister-in-law took one look at this chair and said "Oh honey, no." Like I'd committed some crime against interior design. She's got one of those perfect houses where everything matches and nothing has a story.

This chair was in my husband's mother's sewing room for forty years. When she died last spring, everyone else wanted the china and jewelry. I wanted this chair where she'd sit making clothes for all eight grandkids, where she taught me to hem pants when I married into the family, where we'd talk while her ancient Singer hummed along.

The original fabric was destroyed - cat claws, sun damage, years of use. I saved every pair of jeans my kids outgrew, thinking someday I'd make something. Spent three months cutting and piecing, teaching myself upholstery from videos at midnight. That pocket on the back? It holds the remote now, but it came from my son's favorite pair he wore to kindergarten every day until they fell apart.

Posted my progress on the Tedooo app and found a whole community of people saving furniture with stories (that place is litterally the best social media out there and you can even buy there!). One woman sent me extra webbing when mine broke, refused payment, just said "keep that chair singing." Started selling other pieces I've rescued there too - turns out people want furniture with soul, not just another gray chair from a big box store.

My sister-in-law still hates it. Says it looks like I murdered a Gap outlet. But last week I caught her sitting in it, reading to her daughter. Some things are too comfortable to resist, even if they don't match your aesthetic. This chair has held three generations of women now. That's worth more than looking perfect.

Found this chair at the estate sale after Mom died, covered in that awful beige fabric she'd chosen during her "neutral ...
09/12/2025

Found this chair at the estate sale after Mom died, covered in that awful beige fabric she'd chosen during her "neutral phase" in the '90s. Seeing it made me angry all over again - how she'd given up quilting when Dad said it was cluttering the house, how she'd packed away all her colors to keep him happy. The chair went in my garage for six months because I couldn't decide whether to keep it or burn it.

Then I discovered her quilts in the attic, wrapped in tissue paper like guilty secrets. Dozens of them, including this nine-patch she'd never finished. I sat on that dusty floor sobbing, remembering how she used to let me arrange the squares on her design wall, telling me stories about each fabric. "This one's from your first Easter dress, this one's from the curtains in our first apartment."

The upholstery fought me every step. Broke three needles, bled on the piping twice, cursed enough to make a sailor blush. Found tutorials on the Tedooo app (which I've found thanks to this group!) from people who actually knew what they were doing, unlike me with my anger and a staple gun. One seller there sent me extra batting when I mentioned it was my first time - said her mother had hidden her crafts too.

Now this chair sits in my breakfast nook where everyone can see it. My teenage son rolls his eyes at the "crazy quilt chair" but I catch him reading in it sometimes. Because some of us need to take up space with our colors, need to be loud and mismatched and absolutely refuse to blend into anyone's beige life. Mom never got that chance. But her granddaughter will grow up in a house where creativity doesn't hide in attics.

Here are some quick pictures of a prom dress I made from an old tablecloth and napkins. Tea dye and sewn on a suit... no...
09/12/2025

Here are some quick pictures of a prom dress I made from an old tablecloth and napkins. Tea dye and sewn on a suit... not bad for $6 (used combination). When she looks all pretty for the ball I hope I get some better pics.
Par : Linda Misa

Asked my ex husband to build a bed for my granddaughter’s American Girl dolls for her birthday. He rudely told me “we’r...
09/11/2025

Asked my ex husband to build a bed for my granddaughter’s American Girl dolls for her birthday. He rudely told me “we’re not together any more” (like this affects the fact that she’s our granddaughter). Anyway, I said I’d do it myself then. HE said you can’t, you don’t know how. After 35 years of being married he should have known not to tell me I can’t do something. I think it turned out pretty well. It’s a trundle that sleeps 4 dolls. And yes, those quilts are hand quilted by me, too. Also built the night stand from scrap and that lamp from a pill bottle (it actually works)

Edit: thank you for all your kind comments. It took about 3 weeks to do because I didn’t know what I was doing, and you are all so kind.

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A clock⏰ for kids - this is awesome! ❤️
09/11/2025

A clock⏰ for kids - this is awesome! ❤️

Crocheted myself a pair of crocs 😆
09/11/2025

Crocheted myself a pair of crocs 😆

How to Make a Dead Body for Halloween Decoration from Bottles
09/11/2025

How to Make a Dead Body for Halloween Decoration from Bottles

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