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Carter White, 3302 Weekley Street, San Antonio, TX (2026)

06/03/2026

My husband and I decided to change our letterbox, hoping it would bring a smile to people as they drive by 😊

06/03/2026

“My husband and I installed a walk-in shower ourselves at 73 years of age. We had a bathtub we never used, and this will be much more practical as we get older.

It may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but I’m so happy with it—and with the money we saved.”

I love it. Definitely my cup of tea.

(Resharing from the Tedooo app)

06/03/2026

From two unused picture frames and a bag of my great-grandmother’s doilies, my husband and I created a screen concealer, an openable command centre, and a jewellery organiser.

We also used two extra IKEA frames and cake cooling racks, with a few plastic jewellery holders purchased from eBay.

The masonite backs of the photo frames were painted brown first, before the doilies were attached using PVA glue. Some were also wrapped around the back for extra detail.

06/02/2026

My husband just made this in our laundry using wood from our son’s old pergola.

The section on the right is still raw gyprock and needs painting, and I’m also debating whether to paint the corrugated iron or leave it as is.

I think I struggle a bit with things not being “finished” yet. I don’t mind the rough wood either painted or natural, but I’m unsure about the iron.

I’d really love opinions—what would you do? 🤗

06/02/2026

Apparently, in 72 hours, this is supposed to turn into this. I’m skeptical, but I’ll keep you all updated.

I ordered these vacuum-packed cushions online, and right now they look like furniture for ants. My husband won’t stop laughing, and my dog has already claimed one as a bed.

While I’m waiting for them to expand, I also bought custom embroidered patches on the Tedooo app from a maker who does furniture restoration. She actually sells refurbished couches there too and said these expandable cushions usually work great. I liked being able to chat directly with her about upholstery tips—no middle steps, just real advice from someone who actually does the work.

Now I’m even thinking about opening my own shop for refurb projects.

I’ll update in 72 hours… if this doesn’t turn into a complete disaster.

06/02/2026

I’m almost done restoring this old Hoosier cabinet.

I stripped off all the old lead paint, carefully replicated the original stenciling, refinished the surface, and replaced and restored the hardware.

Right now I’m just waiting on the tambour door, which is backordered like everything else these days.

06/02/2026

My mom keeps opening my mail even after I’ve told her not to.

My friends and I live in different states, and we made Amazon wishlists to surprise each other with Easter gifts. This morning, I woke up to my mom scolding me for “buying more stuff online” while I’m trying to save for a car. I had no idea what she was talking about—I hadn’t ordered anything.

Then she showed me the unboxed items.

I immediately recognized them as gifts from my wishlist.

They were supposed to be part of a group unwrapping call we had planned on Discord, so we could all open our gifts together. Instead, everything was already opened and left on the table.

This isn’t the first time she’s done this. She’s opened my packages before, even when I ordered from a crafter on the Tedooo app. I still use the mugs I ordered from that seller—but she even read the personal note inside the box.

I’ve told her more than once to stop opening my mail. This time I tried again, and she got defensive, saying she “doesn’t check every label on every package.” But in a house where multiple people live, that shouldn’t be an excuse.

I’m 21, and I still live at home because rent is expensive and I’m trying to save for a car. I’d get a P.O. box, but I can’t afford it right now.

I’m not sure how to handle this anymore, but I really need it to stop.

06/02/2026

Six months I planned this kitchen renovation.

Six months of saving every penny, watching YouTube tutorials until my eyes burned, measuring twice and cutting once like my dad always said.

The epoxy countertops were meant to be the crown jewel of the whole project. I ordered everything from a crafter on the Tedooo app who specializes in resin work, spent hours reading reviews and asking questions in their shop. This was supposed to be my masterpiece.

I mixed the epoxy carefully, leveled everything perfectly, and even set up barriers to keep dust out while it cured. I set alarms every two hours to check on it because the first twelve hours were critical. It was flawless—smooth as glass, reflecting the kitchen lights like a mirror.

Then I made the mistake of running out for coffee filters. Twenty minutes, maybe thirty.

When I came back, Princess Whiskers was sitting right in the middle of my freshly poured countertop like she owned the place. Just sitting there, tail swishing, looking at me like nothing was wrong—while her little paw prints decorated my perfect surface like an accidental modern art piece.

I stood there holding the coffee filters, not sure whether to laugh or cry.

All that planning. All that money. And my cat had signed her work before I even got to use it.

The epoxy was still soft enough that the prints set deep—no fixing it without starting over.

My neighbor came by later and said it looked intentional, like I’d paid extra for custom paw-print detailing. Maybe she was right. Maybe Princess Whiskers just made sure everyone knows who really runs the house.

Either way… I can’t bring myself to redo it.

Those little prints are staying.

06/02/2026

Well, cancer. You won.

I hope you’re satisfied.

You took his body, slowly and relentlessly, feeding on every bit of strength he had left. But you never managed to take his spirit. He stayed strong to the very end.

Tonight, everyone is raising a glass for Mo Dog.

His collar is still hanging on the banister where he used to wait for us by the door. No one in this house has had the heart to move it yet.

The vet bills drained us over these past few months—those impossible weeks where you’re choosing between groceries and medication, and you don’t even hesitate, because you always choose the medication. That’s just what you do.

We’re slowly trying to get back on our feet now.

My daughter found a crafter on the Tedooo app who makes custom suncatchers. She used the Vision feature to upload Mo’s photo, and we ordered one with his face in it to hang in the window where the morning light comes through—the same window he used to sit beside.

When it arrives, I think we’re all going to cry for about an hour straight. And that’s okay. He earned every single one of those tears.

So tonight, we raise a glass.

To Mo Dog.

He deserved the whole damn bottle.

06/02/2026

Please… be kind.

After 28 years, I walked out of a marriage. I’m now in a four-family, second-floor apartment, and after months of sitting on the floor crying, I finally bought a couch.

I know it’s too big… but it’s here. It’s what I’ve got. And I’m trying.

I feel completely overwhelmed and I don’t know where to begin. I only have my store left on the Tedooo app, and even that feels hard right now. I’m still trying to accept that this is my new home.

I like a rustic, country style—something warm and comforting, like my grandma’s place. I’m 50 and starting over, and I’m not really into modern or contemporary looks.

I don’t know what to do with this wall. I don’t know how to make this couch feel inviting. I don’t know what to do about a rug.

Because the couch is so big, there’s no space for end tables or lamps, and there’s no other lighting in the room. So far I’ve only ordered some cute pillows from Keren on Tedooo. That’s all I’ve had the energy for.

I feel stuck and exhausted. I’ve never lived alone before, and this is really hard.

Thank you for listening.

Carter White

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