Home Decors Idea Collection (2025)

27/10/2025

There’s this corner in his apartment that’s always been kind of awkward. Just two plain beige walls. We joked about painting it or putting up shelves, but we never got around to it. Today, it wasn’t empty anymore. There were photos. A lot of photos. 67 of them, I counted. Arranged into a perfect heart. All pictures of us.
Not just the cute selfies or vacation shots like, real moments. Stuff I didn’t even know he kept. Me with no makeup eating fries. Us laughing in the car. That time he hugged me in the rain and we were soaked and miserable and happy anyway. It was like walking into a scrapbook I didn’t know he was building.
And I just stood there like, how did you even plan this?
He said nothing at first. Just watched me. Then finally, he kinda half-smiled and goes, “You left your phone on the table last week when you went to grab coffee. I saw that app you’re always using, the one with the makers and craft stuff? Tedooo app? You’d liked a post with a wall of Polaroids in a heart shape. I figured… maybe you liked it for a reason.”
I did. I totally did. I just never said anything. I thought it was one of those dumb things you save and never do. But he noticed. Like actually noticed. From one little heart-tap on an app he doesn’t even use.
And then he went and printed every photo himself. Matched the colors. Counted how many he’d need. Used sticky tack so it wouldn’t damage the paint. And the photo he put right in the middle? It’s me in his hoodie, laughing, holding a mug with both hands like a gremlin. I don’t even remember who took it.
I think this is what love feels like. Not flowers, not fancy dinners, just someone quietly remembering the small stuff you didn’t even say out loud.
Anyway. I’m still standing here. I’ll probably post this later on Tedooo, since that’s where it all accidentally started.

27/10/2025

I've been staring at this boring storage closet door for three years, knowing it had potential but never quite figuring out what to do with it.
Then last month, I was cleaning out old photo albums and found this picture of Thunder, the horse I used to ride at my cousin's farm when I was a kid. He was this gentle giant with the most soulful eyes, and spending time with him was the highlight of every summer visit.
That's when it hit me - why not turn this plain door into Thunder's stable? I could paint him looking out like he's waiting for his next visitor, just like he used to do for me.
I'm not gonna lie, I was terrified to start. I'm more of a ""paint the walls beige and call it good"" kind of person. But I found some incredible encouragement from artists in the communities on the Tedooo app, and they convinced me to just go for it. I even ordered some specialty brushes from a painter there who does custom pet portraits.
It took me two weeks of staying up way too late, but seeing Thunder's face emerge on that door brought back so many memories. Now every time I walk past, I feel like that 12-year-old girl again, excited to spend another day at the barn.
My neighbor's kids are convinced there's a real horse behind the door and keep asking if they can feed him carrots. I love that this simple idea turned a forgotten storage space into something that brings joy to everyone who sees it.

27/10/2025

had boxes of jewelry my daughters gave me over the years - you know how little girls love giving sparkly treasures. Every birthday, every Mother's Day, every random Tuesday, I'd get another bracelet or necklace that I cherished but never knew how to display properly.
They were just sitting in jewelry boxes, never seeing daylight. I felt guilty not wearing them but couldn't figure out how to showcase dozens of costume jewelry pieces without looking ridiculous.
Then I saw this incredible jewelry tree art piece on the Tedooo app and had one of those "why didn't I think of that?" moments. Instead of ordering one from the crafters there, I decided to try making it myself.
I spent a weekend sorting through every piece - the blue bracelet from when my youngest was obsessed with mermaids, the heart necklace my eldest picked out "because it matches your heart, Mom."
The crafting process was challenging. Getting the tree branches positioned right, securing everything without damage, making sure each piece could be seen. The people in the crafts community on Tedooo were incredible help, sharing tips and encouraging me through the tricky parts.
Now instead of hidden treasures, I have this beautiful tree of memories hanging in my bedroom. Every morning I see decades of love displayed like the precious gifts they've always been.
The best part? My daughters, now adults, love seeing their childhood gifts transformed into something so beautiful.
Sometimes the most valuable art is made from $12 jewelry and pure love.

27/10/2025

My sister-in-law took one look at my cardigan and said, "Oh honey, you couldn't afford real buttons from the craft store?"
Standing there in her pristine kitchen, wearing the sweater I'd spent three months knitting, I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. The sea glass buttons I'd carefully drilled and polished myself suddenly looked amateurish under her bright pendant lights. The soft blue-green pieces I'd collected during morning walks with my dog felt cheap and homemade.
"They're actually from the beach," I said quietly, watching her face change to that polite smile people use when they're trying not to hurt your feelings.
"Well, that's... creative," she said, the word hanging in the air like an insult.
I'd found these pieces of sea glass after my divorce, during those lonely dawn walks when I couldn't sleep. Each morning I'd scour the shoreline, collecting smooth fragments that had been tumbled by waves until they were perfect. Then I'd spent weeks learning how to drill tiny holes without cracking them, watching tutorials from artisans on Tedooo app who specialized in natural materials.
But sitting in her magazine-perfect home, surrounded by expensive store-bought everything, all I could see was what they weren't. They weren't uniform plastic discs from the button aisle. They didn't match exactly. They were just me, picking up broken glass because I couldn't afford proper notions for my hobby.
I almost went home and replaced them. Almost ordered regular buttons online like a normal person.
Then my coworker Sarah saw me wearing the cardigan at lunch. She stopped mid-sentence and reached out to touch one of the buttons. "These are absolutely gorgeous," she breathed. "Did you make them yourself? They look like little pieces of ocean."
That's when I realized something: the buttons weren't cheap substitutes. They were treasures. Each one carried the memory of peaceful mornings by the water. Each piece held the story of waves and time and transformation.
Last week, a woman approached me at the coffee shop asking where I'd gotten my "beautiful sea glass jewelry." When I explained I'd made the buttons myself, she commissioned a whole set for her daughter's wedding dress.
Now I have my own shop on Tedooo app, creating custom buttons and jewelry from beach finds for people who understand that the most beautiful things aren't manufactured - they're discovered by patient hands and loving eyes.

27/10/2025

Dryer sheets are THE move
Filled our dinky trash can cleaning all 3 sides of our shower panels!!! Night and day difference!!!
Thanks to everyone who suggested it and posted pics!!!
Also, the pet shampoo is for our chocolate lab not us lol

27/10/2025

Making my first post because I just brought home my first dog! I left my marriage three weeks ago with two suitcases and nowhere to go. Forty-one years old starting over in a studio apartment that smells like the previous tenant's ci******es. My sister kept texting asking if I was okay and I kept lying saying yes because what else do you say when your whole life just collapsed.
Went to the shelter Tuesday not planning to adopt, just to volunteer and feel useful. There was this black lab mix in the corner kennel, skinny and shaking, pressing herself against the back wall. Shelter worker said she'd been there four months, too scared to let anyone near her. People wanted the friendly dogs, the ones that jump and wag. Nobody wanted the broken one.
I sat outside her kennel for an hour just talking to her. About my empty apartment, about how scared I was too, about starting over when you thought your life was already decided. She inched closer. By the end she was pressed against the chain link on her side and I had my fingers through on mine. The worker looked shocked.
Brought her home that afternoon. She hid under my bed for two days. Now she follows me everywhere, sleeps next to me, carries three tennis balls in her mouth at once like she's afraid they'll disappear. I named her Pepper. Been selling some of my old furniture and my ex's stuff he left behind on Tedooo app to afford her food and vet bills. Someone bought my wedding china yesterday and I used the money to get Pepper a proper bed and some toys from another seller's pet supply shop on Tedooo app.
My apartment is tiny and smells like dog now and I've never been happier. We're both scared and broken and figuring it out together. She needed someone to see past the shaking. I needed someone to come home to. Turns out we're exactly what each other needed.

26/10/2025

A few days ago someone broke into my house and shattered the glass wall in my bathroom. I stood there with cold coffee staring at the pieces on white tile and suddenly remembered I don't have anyone to call anymore. Not my husband to go to the hardware store, not my dad to tell me what to do. His heart attack was five months ago. Regular Wednesday. Left for work, didn't come home.
I ordered some portable chemical shower online because I couldn't use that bathroom anymore, couldn't look at that gaping hole. The box sat in my driveway for three days. Couldn't figure out the instructions.
Then my neighbor knocked. This guy who's lived here two years and I barely know his name, always just good morning by the mailboxes. He said his daughter told him about the break-in from the neighborhood app and he saw the shower still boxed up.
"I work with glass," he said. "I can fix it properly if you want."
I almost said no. Almost gave all those automatic responses about being fine, handling it myself. But something about how he didn't make it a big deal, just offered to fix something broken.
He came back next morning with sheets of colored glass in his truck. Said he sells his stained glass work on Tedooo app, has a small shop there between bigger projects. Showed me phone pictures of peacocks and geometric patterns and this sunset scene that made my chest hurt.
It took him three days. He'd come after work, stay until sunset, refuse dinner but accept coffee. The peacock emerged piece by piece, blue and green and gold, with cattails and lotus flowers I didn't ask for but needed. When he installed it Sunday afternoon and the light came through, the whole bathroom lit up like the inside of a kaleidoscope.
I ordered four more pieces from his Tedooo app shop that night. A cardinal for the kitchen. Two abstract panels for the living room. A hummingbird sun-catcher just because. He delivered them himself, laughed about it being his shortest delivery radius ever.
We had dinner that night. Real dinner. He told me about his daughter in college. I told him about my husband's terrible jokes and how I still can't delete his voicemails.
The bathroom doesn't scare me anymore. When morning light hits that peacock just right, it throws colored shadows that look like what hope feels like when you've forgotten. His truck is in my driveway more often than not lately. Yesterday he measured my bedroom windows, said something about cherry blossoms, asked if I trust him. I said yes before I could think about it.

26/10/2025

My mom always says this one is the last.
That she has more than enough cast iron pans.
All the shapes, all the sizes.
And still… every time my dad hands her a new one, freshly forged in his little workshop, she takes it. Without a word.
Like she knows it’s never just a pan.
They met at a flea market in 1986.
He was selling old tools. She was looking for a pot.
Instead, she found a man who made cookware like it was the only way he knew how to love.
Dad always said cast iron holds heat longer than anything else.
Mom? She always said warmth stays in people if you tend to it right.
At first, he made them just for her. Then neighbors. Then friends.
And then one day, mom signed up for Tedooo.
Just for fun, just to post a photo or two, and within a week, she started to buy crafted pieces for home, and in a month more, they had a store.
Now she handles the messages, he handles the pour and patina.
Their bio literally says:
“Cast iron, tested on our love since ‘87.”
Every single pan in this house has a story.
That one when she came home from surgery.
That one when they almost separated, but made an omelet instead.
And that newest one dad made it for their anniversary, engraved at the bottom: Still warm.
And of course, mom said that’s it. No more.
But the next morning, I saw her dust off the top shelf of the rack.
And gently place it there.
I don’t know how many more they’ll make.
But I know this:
Love isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s made of iron.
And if you're lucky some warmth that lasts a little longer than most.

26/10/2025

I was honestly skeptical when my neighbor asked if I could modify one of my dish caddies to include separate compartments for utensils, but challenge accepted! What started as a simple wooden tray somehow evolved into this multi-level organizer with the sassy "take one or do the dishes, you choose" message that perfectly captures my family's daily kitchen drama. The compartments keep everything separated and organized, plus that little bit of attitude written right on the wood makes me smile every time I see it sitting on our counter. I've been making these custom pieces as a side hustle through my little shop on the Tedooo app, and this particular design has become so popular that I'm thinking about offering it as a standard option - turns out everyone needs a little kitchen sass in their life, and the extra storage cubbies are just practical enough that even the most organized person would want one.

26/10/2025

My doctor told me I have six months to live and the first thing I did was rip up our boring concrete patio because I refuse to spend my last spring staring at gray slabs. Stage 4 pancreatic cancer, they said. "Get your affairs in order." My husband wanted me to rest, take it easy, maybe travel somewhere warm. But I've been dreaming about a proper garden space for thirty years and always put it off because there was never enough time or money or energy.
Well guess what? Time just became very precious and I'm not wasting another day.
Started collecting mismatched tiles, bricks, pavers, anything I could find. Bought some from a demolition sale, got others cheap on Tedooo app from people clearing out old patios. No plan, no design, just started laying them down in this crazy patchwork. My teenage son helped me dig out the old concrete while I still had strength to work. Some days I could only do twenty minutes before I had to sit down. Other days I worked until dark.
The pattern makes no sense and it's perfect. Victorian tiles next to plain concrete slabs next to decorative bricks with leaves pressed into them. People from the Tedooo app gardening groups started asking if I'd design patios for them, sending photos of their boring backyards asking for my "artistic vision." Sold three patio design consultations last week which is hilarious since I might not see fall.
Got the greenhouse up last month, that bench where I can rest and look at the hills. My daughter planted herbs in all those terracotta pots. Maybe I won't see next spring but they'll remember their mom didn't give up, she got dirty and built something beautiful instead. Cancer took my time but it's not taking my dreams.

26/10/2025

The previous owners warned me about the encaustic tiles. "Been here since 1887," they said, like it was a curse. "Cracked, loose, probably full of lead. Budget at least fifteen grand to replace them." I nodded politely while calculating how many years of overtime that meant.
For months I walked past them every morning, stepping carefully over the broken sections. The geometric patterns seemed to mock me - all that craftsmanship hiding under decades of grime and neglect. My boyfriend kept suggesting vinyl that "looks just like tile!" and showing me Pinterest boards of sleek modern hallways.
But something made me get on my knees one Saturday with a bucket of gentle cleaner. Maybe it was stubbornness, maybe it was being tired of everyone telling me what I couldn't afford to fix. Six hours later, my back screaming, I'd cleaned maybe two square feet. The colors underneath made me gasp - deep emerald, rich terracotta, butterscotch yellow. Still brilliant after 137 years.
Found a tile restoration expert through Tedooo app who taught me the old methods through messages and video calls. No fancy equipment, just patience and respect for the craft. She'd send me photos of her grandmother's tools, explain how they mixed sealers in the old days. Spent weekends hunched over each tile, re-grouting with lime-based mortar, sealing with techniques that probably hadn't been used since these floors were first laid. My boyfriend stopped coming over, said I was "obsessed with old junk."
Three months later, I posted the finished photos. The same people who'd told me to rip them out suddenly wanted to know my "contractor's information." There wasn't one. Just me, YouTube videos at 2 AM, and selling everything I could spare on Tedooo app to buy authentic restoration materials. The boyfriend's gone now - said I cared more about dead people's floors than our future. Maybe he was right. But every morning I walk down this hallway and see what everyone else wanted to throw away, gleaming like jewels under my feet. Sometimes the best investment isn't in something new. Sometimes it's in refusing to let beauty die just because it's difficult to save.

26/10/2025

I stood in that stranger's living room, staring at Grandma's octagonal table, my heart pounding so hard I thought I might pass out.
Three years ago, when she died, I was living in my car. My uncle held the estate sale while I was at the food bank. "Nothing worth keeping anyway," he'd told me later. I begged him - just that table, just one thing. He laughed. "What're you gonna do, strap it to your Honda?"
The woman selling it was chatting about her renovation. "Found it at an estate sale few years back. Never really fit my style." Twenty dollars. Grandma's prized coffee table, where she'd taught me cards, where she'd spread out her bills every month making ends meet, where she'd placed her coffee cup in the exact same spot for forty years.
"I'll take it," I said, voice shaking.
Loading it into my truck - because yes, I finally had a truck, finally had a job, finally had a home - I found her coffee ring still faintly visible under the glass. Ran my finger over it and completely lost it in this stranger's driveway.
That night I polished it with the same lemon oil she used. Found a furniture repair guide on Tedooo app to fix the loose leg, ordered felt pads from someone there who handmakes them. Set it in my living room exactly where she would have placed it.
My uncle visited last month, saw the table, and went white. "How did you..."
"Turns out some things are worth keeping," I said, setting my coffee cup down in her spot.
Sometimes the universe gives you a second chance. Sometimes what goes around literally comes around. And sometimes a twenty-dollar miracle proves that what matters most has a way of finding its way home.

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