Looks like fabric and thread to me but my knowledge of couture is rather limited.

This looks more like when I sew than I thought it would. I mean, obviously they're working at level 1,000 while I'm at like level 2, but still- cool!

I watch A LOT of makeup tutorials (hello, ASMR) and Kandee Johnson is by far one of my favorite artists. She's fantastic. So check this one out:

As much as this video proves to be a preview of all the terrible horrible narcissism to come, I have to admit I found it kind of refreshing to see her just goofing around like a normal kid. Oh what could have been, Kim.

She's clearly had too much sugar. That's all. "I'm the dopest on the ropest! Wait- I'm dope on a rope!" What does "dope" mean, Kim? "It means me!" Pretty cute.

So, I once told a group of friends that I have never done karaoke. They were quick to correct me. Turns out I have not once, but twice performed karaoke while.black out drunk. The song? "I touch myself" by the Divinyls. Both times.

I'm totally with you on this. I love love love Christmas. My family is Jewish so I chalk it up to being deprived of Christmas as a child. I work retail and I'm the only one who gets excited for the Christmas music. and I never get sick of it. Christmas Forever!!!

So, this turkey next door is nearly as tall as I am (he is part goddamned velociraptor) and has gotten very aggressive. After he straight up tore a big gash in my backside I had a secondary run in with him. Not only did I think about kicking him, I did. Plus I whapped him with my purse and shouted some pretty creative…

Jesus fucking Christ, take a fucking joke.

This is not my story- because I am alone but, here goes: My Aunt Ivy was a legendary woman in our area- always quick with the wit and a ferocious temper that everyone with half a brain feared. She was also kind to animals great and small and had an affinity for small children that bordered on the fairy tale. Everyone…

If your golden is anything like my lab, the real danger is that tail to the entire world. D:

I got this.

Things hadn't been going well with Mr. JackAss for a couple months, but I had decided to stick through it during the holidays. Then, one afternoon, he offered to let me drive his Jeep. I shifted over to the driver's seat as he walked around to the other side. I adjusted the seat, and checked the mirrors as…

Going up, my parents were were divorced and never communicated directly. I got bounced back and forth between them a lot. Always based on what my mom needed. Fuck my social life or grades or stability. If being a parent started to get too hard, she'd ship me off to live with my grandmother or father. She'd get lonely,…

Whoa. WHOA.

... Am I reading those buttons right? Does this toaster also COOK EGGS?

Sorry for the late reply, I hope this can still help! The best thing I did when my SO moved in with me was that we talked about what spaces his stuff would go in, I cleared out those spaces, and then LEFT for the day. I let him move in, make a mess, and put it all away before I could react to a half-organized…

Through high school, I was weird by choice. I mean it. I didn't kiss any boys or go to any parties. I studied hard and slayed at obscure extra-curricular that got me ridiculed at school but won me week-long vacations to national conventions every summer. It was at one of these conventions where I met one of my best…

Clowns. My best story involves a lot of clowns.

I mean, I have other stories. Honorable mention goes to the time I had sex on the 5th floor of a hotel's glass-walled staircase in plain view of the street below because we couldn't afford to get a room in said hotel, and the time I swam out to the center of Walden Pond…

The amount of bad music I have had to pretend to like to sleep with cute boys can never be underestimated.

Everyone is making a fucking mountain out of a mole hill here in the comments. Stop caring about what other women do to their looks. Worry about yourself. The end.