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My mom posted it here. She isn’t a professional landscaper. She’s a 67-year-old widow with arthritis in both hands and a...
05/22/2025

My mom posted it here. She isn’t a professional landscaper. She’s a 67-year-old widow with arthritis in both hands and a bad knee that clicks when she walks down the stairs.
She didn’t hire anyone. Didn’t measure anything with fancy tools. She just used her hands, a rusty garden trowel, and three days of her life to make a path to the new deck my brother built for her.
She picked every plant herself. Hauled the bags of mulch from the trunk alone. She laid those stones one by one while playing old country music from her phone, humming off-key, in the same sweatpants she paints in. And when she was done? She took a picture. Not because it was perfect, but because she was proud. She hadn’t felt that way in a while.
She posted it here.
And within hours, it was gone. Deleted. Reported. Someone called it “fake,” said it was a scam, accused her of stealing the photo. She got banned from the group before she even saw the comments.
When I told her, she just blinked at me. Then asked if maybe it wasn’t good enough. That maybe people thought it was ugly. That maybe she shouldn’t have posted at all.
And I watched all the joy drain out of her face.
My mom has been through enough in her life. She buried her husband, raised three kids on her own, took care of her mother until the very end. She doesn’t ask for much. Just wants to make something beautiful with her hands, something that lasts.
She found the edging stones through a seller on the Tedooo app who makes custom kits for small spaces, that was her little treat.(she recently found this place and has already opened her store there). She called it her “early birthday gift to myself.” She was so excited when they arrived she opened the box on the porch and cut herself with the scissors because she didn’t wait.
So I’m reposting this. Not because she needs validation. But because she deserves kindness. Because when a woman of her age and heart makes something from nothing and dares to share it, the only response should ever be: we see you. And it’s beautiful.
Please, let her know it mattered. That her work is seen. That it’s okay to be proud.
Because she still won’t log back in. And I don’t know how to explain to her that the internet can be cruel, but people in it don’t have to be.

My husband made this mailbox from some pipes!Our boring black mailbox had been knocked down three times by teenagers, an...
05/22/2025

My husband made this mailbox from some pipes!
Our boring black mailbox had been knocked down three times by teenagers, and after the last incident, my husband Mike came home with a determined look in his eyes. "No more regular mailboxes," he announced. "I'm building something that'll make people smile too much to destroy it."
I wasn't entirely sure what he meant until I saw him unloading PVC pipes, spray paint, and various plumbing supplies from his truck. For two weekends, he disappeared into the garage, refusing to let me see his progress. All I heard was cutting, drilling, and occasional bursts of laughter.
When he finally unveiled his creation, I couldn't stop giggling – a yellow dog mailbox with pipe legs, floppy PVC ears, and a red tongue-shaped mail flag! The body is an actual mailbox, but everything else is cleverly repurposed plumbing materials.
When we installed it at the end of our driveway, I worried what the neighbors might think (we live in a pretty traditional neighborhood). But within days, our dog mailbox became a local landmark. Delivery drivers take selfies with it, neighbors walk by just to see it, and the elementary school bus driver now announces "Puppy mailbox stop!" when dropping kids off on our street.
The most unexpected turn came when I shared photos in a "quirky home projects" group on the Tedooo app. My post went viral in their community, and suddenly people were sending me pictures of their own creative mailboxes inspired by our design. One crafty grandfather in Ohio made a giraffe version, and a woman in Florida created a flamingo!
Mike has received requests from neighbors to make custom versions, and he's turned it into a fun side business on Tedooo. He's made dolphin mailboxes for beach houses and even a dinosaur version for a paleontologist!
Not only has our mail delivery remained vandal-free for over a year now, but our pipe puppy has brought so much joy to our little corner of the neighborhood. Who knew a few plumbing supplies could create such a conversation piece?
And yes, our mail carrier loves it too, though she says sometimes it feels weird putting bills in such a happy-looking pup's mouth.

After Grandpa's funeral, none of us could bear to empty his closet. His collection of flannel shirts hung there for mont...
05/22/2025

After Grandpa's funeral, none of us could bear to empty his closet. His collection of flannel shirts hung there for months - each plaid pattern holding memories of fishing trips, Sunday pancake breakfasts, and him teaching us to build birdhouses in the garage.
When Mom finally decided it was time, I asked if I could take the shirts instead of donating them. I had this idea but didn't have the skills to make it happen.
I've been selling seasonal wreaths on the Tedooo app for a couple years now, but sewing has never been my strong suit. When I shared my plan to transform Grandpa's shirts into memory tote bags for the family, the crafting community there immediately rallied around me.
A woman in Oregon sent me a detailed tutorial for constructing totes that would preserve the original shirt pockets. Another crafter walked me through how to properly interface the fabric so the bags would maintain their shape. Someone even shipped me the perfect leather straps that would complement the flannel without overshadowing it.
For two weeks, I carefully deconstructed Grandpa's beloved shirts - the green and red plaid he wore every Christmas, the blue one with paint splatters from helping Dad with the house, the faded black watch plaid he wore fishing. Each stitch was a meditation on the man who helped raise me.
This tote was made from his favorite - the one he wore in the last photo we took together at Thanksgiving. I kept the front pockets intact, and when I gave it to my grandmother, she reached into the left pocket and found a forgotten peppermint candy, still wrapped. We both cried and laughed at the same time.
I made seven bags total, one for each grandchild. Inside each, I tucked a handwritten card with a specific memory of Grandpa and that particular shirt. My cousin carries her nursing textbooks in hers. My sister uses hers for farmers market trips.
Grandpa wasn't a sentimental man, but I think he'd appreciate that his shirts are still being used for practical purposes, still carrying important things for the people he loved.

You don't have space for your collection?No problem put them in your stairs.
05/22/2025

You don't have space for your collection?
No problem put them in your stairs.

Alright, so picture this: my grandma, tiny but fierce, collector of literally everything, but mostly… napkins. Like, we’...
05/22/2025

Alright, so picture this: my grandma, tiny but fierce, collector of literally everything, but mostly… napkins. Like, we’re talking over 300,000 of them. No exaggeration. From diners, weddings, street vendors in Vietnam, airport lounges, you name it. She had them all. And every single one had a story.
Before things got real rough for her, she handed me a box, her “favorites”, and said, “Don’t let these die with me. Make something out of 'em. Make ‘em live.” I laughed. I cried. I had no clue what to do.
So we got the whole fam involved. My dad and brother built this big sturdy table from scratch (took them two weekends and a lot of arguing). Me and my sister? We started laying the napkins out like we were arranging a mosaic of memories. We cried. We fought over glue. I accidentally glued my phone case to the table. Typical.
But here’s the wild part, I wanted to finish it right. I was scrolling the Tedooo app (as one does when you’re mid-glue meltdown), and I found this crafter who made custom resin seal finishes for tabletops. Game changer. I messaged her, showed her our work-in-progress, and she made me a batch that matched the whole vibe perfectly, slightly vintage, not too glossy. It was chef’s kiss. Ordered it, it arrived like three days later, and it tied everything together.
We rolled the table into Grandma’s room when it was done. She sat at it, looked around like she was taking inventory of the universe, and said, “Okay. Now I can die. But maybe not today. Maybe I’ll hang out a bit longer.”
She did. She got this spark in her again. Sat at that table every morning, drinking tea, telling us the stories behind every single napkin we’d used. That thing brought her back to life.
And that’s when I thought, what if this table isn’t the end of the story? What if it’s the beginning? I took the leftover napkins and started making trays, bookmarks, small art panels. Opened a little shop on Tedooo. Just for fun at first. But people got it. They wrote me with their own stories. Their own grandmas.

My heart honestly shattered. My son and I worked on this little woodland scene for like a whole week, every evening afte...
05/22/2025

My heart honestly shattered. My son and I worked on this little woodland scene for like a whole week, every evening after school, when he was already half-asleep but still wouldn’t stop until he got the moss just right or found the perfect spot for the owl.
He came up with the whole idea himself. Said, “Dad, it’s like a secret home inside the forest.” He sculpted the hedgehog, placed the tiny pinecones, carved that little log with his hands (well, mostly supervised, but still). He poured everything into it.
And then he came home, eyes red, holding his piece like it was broken glass. “I spent a lot of time sculpting, but no one appreciated it,” he said. The other kids laughed. Even the teacher didn’t say a word. Just moved on.
I wanted to march into that school and tell them all, LOOK. LOOK AT THIS. THIS IS ART. But instead, I just hugged him and said, “You know what? Let’s show it to people who do appreciate creativity.”
So we posted it in my little craft store on the Tedooo app, I’ve been selling there for a bit, but this was his first piece. And you wouldn’t believe what happened. People started commenting. Encouraging. One guy from Oregon asked if my son does commissions. Another from the UK said it reminded them of their childhood forest.
I didn’t let him sell it, of course. This one stays with us forever. But now he walks a little taller. Because someone did see the magic.
If you’ve got a kid who creates things, protect that spark with everything you've got. This world doesn’t always understand, but there are places, and people, and moments that do.

An old glass lampshade turned into a lovely planter!
03/19/2025

An old glass lampshade turned into a lovely planter!

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