Aster Decorate

09/13/2025

I think I found the one?
I’m having probably a backyard tiny wedding and was worried this was too much. I am not a fancy person I live in scrubs or athletic wear- I don’t even own a real bra just sports bras :) I wasn’t even going to get a wedding dress but thought I’d to experience it since my first wedding was an elopement. I went by myself so I didn’t have any feedback but I like this one what do you guys think??

09/13/2025

My Art Deco Ring…

09/13/2025

My husband met this homeless kid yesterday who kept staring at the regular basketball hoop at the park. Kid couldn't have been more than 16, sitting on a bench with everything he owned in a torn backpack. When my husband asked what he was looking at, the kid said he dreamed about having his own basketball court someday. Not just any court - one where he could practice all his trick shots without other people waiting in line.
That night, my husband came home with this wild look in his eyes. Started sketching something on napkins, muttering about angles and heights. I thought he was having some kind of breakdown until he showed me what he was planning. A basketball tree. Twenty hoops at different levels, like branches reaching toward the sky.
He spent three weeks building it. Had to order special brackets from a welder I found through my Tedooo app shop - same guy who made custom hooks for my jewelry displays. Every morning before work, my husband would add another hoop, testing the angles, making sure each one was perfect. The kid showed up every day to watch, not saying much but never missing a single day of progress.
When it was finished, my husband just walked away and left it there. Didn't make a big deal about it, didn't want any recognition. But I drive past that park every day on my way to ship orders, and I see that kid out there practicing. Sometimes there are other kids too, all of them taking turns, sharing the hoops.
The city wants to make it permanent now. They're talking about adding more around town. My husband just shrugs when people ask him about it, but I catch him smiling when he thinks nobody's watching.

09/13/2025

My coworkers think I've lost my mind, but these ridiculous paper cats are the only thing keeping me sane at this soul-crushing job. I work in corporate accounting. Eight hours of spreadsheets and a boss who treats us like we're disposable. By 3 PM every day, I'm questioning every life choice that led me to this beige cubicle hell.
That's when I discovered the weird side of internet crafting. Not the pretty Pinterest stuff, but the bizarre meme culture where people turn viral cats into geometric art. The chunky orange one, the void-screaming black one, the cursed low-poly demon that somehow became adorable. I found the templates on Tedooo app from this artist who specializes in turning internet chaos into actual crafts. Her sense of humor was exactly what I needed, plus she had every meme cat template imaginable.
The first one took me four hours to fold. My fingers were covered in paper cuts, and the result was this wonky orange cat having an existential crisis. Perfect. I brought it to work and set it on my monitor. Within an hour, three people had stopped by asking what the hell it was. By lunch, half the office was losing their minds over "Banana Cat."
So I made more. Apple Cat, Happy Cat, then the big mama cat that takes up half my desk. Each one more ridiculous than the last. My manager actually laughed for the first time in months. Now I have a waiting list of coworkers who want custom meme cats. What started as workplace misery therapy has become this weird underground art movement in our office.

09/13/2025

My daughter has been collecting old CDs from thrift stores because Gen Z thinks the 2000s are "aesthetic" now. I figured we'd just nail a few to the wall, but then my edibles kicked in and I spent four hours arranging 400 CDs like I was solving world peace one reflection at a time.
Came home from work yesterday and she's standing in her doorway just staring. "Mom, you actually went insane and I'm obsessed with it." Then she starts taking pictures for TikTok, talking about how her mom has "unhinged creative vision" and she wants to learn how to do stuff like this.
Two hours later she's showing me her business plan. Wants to start her own custom room decoration service, already ordered supplies from three different crafters on Tedooo app to practice on her friends' rooms first. "You inspired me to think bigger," she said.
I posted the time-lapse in my Tedooo shop and got twelve orders in two days from other parents whose kids want disco walls. She's handling the marketing while I handle the installations.
Never thought getting too high while crafting would turn into a mother-daughter business empire, but here we are. Kid's already talking about expanding into ceiling installations and I'm honestly here for it.
Who knew my stoned creativity would unlock hers too?

09/13/2025

My 14-year-old has ADHD, and he hasn't been able to sit still during homework since he was little, and every teacher has something to say about it.
"He's distracted." "He needs to focus." "Maybe consider medication." Always something wrong with him, never an acknowledgment that maybe his brain just works differently and needs different tools.
His hands are constantly moving - tapping, fidgeting, spinning whatever he can get hold of. During tests, he'd take apart pens until they were in pieces across his desk. At home, he'd twist paper clips until they snapped. I tried buying fidget toys, but they either broke or got confiscated at school.
Last month I was scrolling through the Tedooo app looking for organizational stuff for his room when I saw this post from a machinist who'd made threaded pencils for kids with ADHD. Something about it just clicked - a fidget tool that looked like a normal pencil, so teachers wouldn't take it away.
I messaged him right away explaining my son's situation. He was so understanding, said his own nephew had the same issues. Two weeks later this beautiful threaded pencil arrived with a sliding nut that moves up and down the shaft while you write.
First day he brought it to school, his math teacher asked where he got it. Apparently he'd sat through an entire algebra lesson without taking anything apart or getting called out for fidgeting. When she saw him sliding that nut back and forth while working through problems, she realized he was actually more focused than usual.
The crafter ended up starting a whole line of these after I shared our story. Turns out there are a lot of us dealing with teachers who think stillness equals learning, when really some kids need to move to think.

09/13/2025

Found this hidden in my late grandfather's barn covered by tarps and dust. He'd been working on it for 15 years, carving a little each evening after work, and never told a single soul about it.
Grandpa was a quiet man who worked at the steel mill for 40 years. When he came home, he'd eat dinner, watch the news, and then disappear into his workshop until bedtime. We all thought he was just puttering around with basic repairs and birdhouses. Mom used to joke that he was hiding from Grandma's soap operas.
After he passed last month, we were cleaning out the barn when I found this massive chair hidden under old canvas in the back corner. The detail work is absolutely mind-blowing - every feather, every scroll, every flowing line carved with such precision it takes your breath away. This isn't hobby-level work. This is museum-quality artistry.
I found his journal next to it. Fifteen years of entries about wood grain, carving techniques, and his dreams of creating something beautiful that would outlast him. He wrote about feeling invisible at work, like just another number, but here in his workshop, he was an artist creating something eternal.
The most heartbreaking part? He never showed this to anyone. Never got to see people's faces when they realized what an incredible talent he was. All those evenings we thought he was just killing time, he was pouring his soul into this masterpiece.
I've been sharing his story with the woodworking community on the Tedooo app, and the response has been overwhelming. Master carvers from around the world are calling this one of the finest pieces they've ever seen. People are asking about his techniques, his tools, his process.
One elderly craftsman messaged me saying he recognized the style and thinks Grandpa might have learned from old European masters. Another wants to feature his work in a book about hidden folk artists.
Grandpa would have been so amazed to know that his secret art is now inspiring carvers across the globe. He thought no one would ever care about what he made in

09/13/2025

Pet urine in subfloor, what should I do?
Hello! Me and my husband just bought our first house and it smells BAD. We pulled up the carpet and found out the urine made its way into the subfloor. At first we were going to BIN paint it, but I started getting worried it would only mask it for so long. I now want to pull out all the subfloor and replace it before we put in our new laminate. The problem is, we are buying the house from my husbands grandpa(he’s selling his rentals) and he says we just need to paint it. I don’t want to put in all new floors throughout the whole house only for it to smell like p*e in the end. Any help/advice would be great!

09/13/2025

09/13/2025

I know she doesn’t look it but my little baby is 21 years old today. My partner in crime love you always Gabby xx

09/13/2025

Why are we so cruel to each other? My daughter had spent days working on this scarf. Picking the yarn, learning the Celtic Knot technique, weaving each row like it mattered because to her, it did. She told me she wanted to gift it to a girl in her class. “Just because,” she said. "I think she’s cool and maybe we could be friends."
That girl took the scarf, held it up, and said, “Thanks, but I’m not a grandma.”
Then handed it back.
My daughter didn’t say anything. She just turned around and walked home alone.
And then stayed home for the next week.
She told her school she was sick. And in a way, she was. Not fever-sick. But the kind of sick you feel when someone tells you that what you made with love is silly, outdated, or not enough. The kind of sick that makes you question whether you should ever try again.
We spent that week doing little things: baking, watching old movies, unraveling yarn together. And on the third day, I told her something I wish someone had told me when I was her age:
Being a creator will always be harder than being a critic. But in the end, creators change the world.
So we made her a shop. I signed her up on the Tedooo app and got her the Pro account the same one I use for my store. No fees, no pressure, just her own corner of the world to keep making, and maybe, if she’s lucky, find people who get it.
She’s doing better. Still quiet. But her yarn basket’s full again. And last night, she asked if I could help her ship her first scarf. Not this one, though. This one stays with her.
She said it reminds her that kindness should never be optional and that every knot in life can still become something beautiful.
If you’re reading this and you’ve got a young crafter at home: remind them that their work matters. Even when it’s met with silence. Especially then.

09/13/2025

I locked myself in the bathroom at 2 AM and cried so hard I threw up, all because I finally admitted I hate my own life.
You know when you're the mom who has it "all together"? Everyone's go-to for advice, never complains, smiles through everything? That was me. Until I found myself sobbing on our ugly toilet seat, realizing the only place I could fall apart was in this depressing white box. Three kids under ten. Husband working 70-hour weeks. Me resenting every person who asks for one more thing. And our downstairs toilet? This soul-crushing white cave with flickering fluorescent light that made you look dead. I'd been obsessing over this wallpaper for months. Gorgeous hand-painted florals from a crafter on the Tedooo app that looked like fairy tale magic. Every night I'd scroll through her shop, imagining sitting somewhere beautiful instead of this sterile nightmare. But guilt always kicked in. Kids needed winter coats. Car payment was due. My happiness could wait. That night, my husband found me having my bathroom breakdown. Instead of "what's wrong honey," he sat on the floor and said, "Tell me what would make you want to stay." Not stay in the bathroom. Stay in this life we'd built. I showed him the wallpaper on my phone. Told him about feeling invisible, about wanting one tiny corner of beauty. About feeling guilty for wanting anything at all. Next morning, packages started arriving. Not just the wallpaper, but a vintage chandelier from another Tedooo app seller, handmade shelving, brass fixtures that cost more than our grocery budget. When I freaked about money, he said, "I sold some tools. You're worth more than my drill collection."
Now look at this space. Still tiny, still just a toilet, but every morning when I sneak down here with my coffee, I feel like I'm hiding in a secret garden instead of crying in a cave. The kids call it "mommy's fancy room" and I don't care if it's ridiculous. Turns out admitting you're drowning is the first step to not actually drowning.