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Hi! I'm Lika! I am located in Greensboro. I want to clarify my use of AI for my brand I'm hoping to relaunch. I am a designer through and through; I cut, I sew, I make patterns, I grade. All self taught, though I do plan to take classes to perfect everything! Here we have: 1. A photo I took just now of just 3 of the samples I spent hundreds of dollars on. 👜Notice how on 1 of them they put the screws on the top flap of the purse... why? I don't know.. 🫩 👜on the second purse they completely sewn the straps down on the purse, even though there was a note to the side that stated these straps were completely functional, they said they "d...

She left 10 years of love. Pata hai aaj kya hua , mujhe ek ladki se bohot pyaar tha jab main chota tha , tab meri family bohot poor thi uski family ke comparison mein , its just started 14 years back but after 14 years and passing 12th i started working, also my sis brother started working, maine online work kiya , bhaiya ne 2 no ka work kiya , didi government teacher ban gayi , Then jab humara ghar ban raha tha she texted me on insta, basically main one sided tha i never confessed her never talked her in past 4 years , then after insta text 2 days went i replied, i explained everything every dreams and everything, she accepted my purposal. She said meri kundli mein likha h koi chahne wal...

While this has been discussed a number of times on Reddit, I'd like to know if anyone can help determine what might be the cause based on my load order. I've been having the Brown Face Bug for a while, though it seems to be limited to certain female NPCs. The only texture packs I recall using are the ones I tried out in hopes of mending the issue. The most promising so far is Unique NPCs, but once installed, while it removes the brown faces, it leaves a discolored back neck instead. The image shows Dr. Penske from Vault 81. Below is my load order. What might be causing the problem? \#Mod\_Priority,#Mod\_Status,#Mod\_Name "0000","+","Unmanaged: EISON P...

My mom runs a 'thrift store' (In my country we could call it an outlet or smth like that) and she usually gets her clothes from Zalando (returns, overstock, etc.) Today we got this jacket we can't ID. There's a very simillar one but with different hardware, pure black denim and different pocket design. This one is navy coloured (my phone takes bad photos, sorry) with this print.

The front door to the truck stop chimed, and the woman in the yellow cap walked in. I didn’t want her to find me, but I had to know what she was doing here. I inched toward the breezeway and cocked my ear toward the cashier. “Do you guys offer towing?” She asked, her voice soft and sweet. “My car wrecked a few miles away. It’s been a long walk.” “Mechanic in the garage can help. Name’s Boone, he has a beard.” “Thank you!” “Have a better night.” A throaty laugh. “I’ll try. Thanks for your help.” The door chimed again as the woman in the yellow hat left. I sighed. As I turned, one of the Subway employees saw me and nodded. He nodded out toward the yellow k...

I'm planning on making a pair of pj/lounge pants as my first real garment. Probably this pattern [https://5outof4.com/product/effie-woven-pajama-pants/](https://5outof4.com/product/effie-woven-pajama-pants/) I know the pattern says flannel or quilting cotton. I'm worried flannel will be super warm and quilting cotton seems like it would be uncomfortable? Fabric choice really overwhelms me, especially when shopping online. The only fabric store near me is Hobby Lobby but it seems like their fabric isn't great, and I'd rather not shop there anyway. I've made dog clothes and a retro dress style apron. I'm working on another apron and kitchen accessory set right ...

So it’s taken me a LONG time to figure out the style off clothing I want to wear, which I find to be someone hippie/whimsical/cottegecore (if that even makes sense?) But now I have a new problem, there are no online stores that sell clothes like that, and I life in the northern part of the UK which makes it impossible to find any clothing stores outside of ‘normal’ clothes. So unfortunately it’s led me to having to buy the clothes I want to wear of shein, particularly from a brand called ROMWERE as it’s the only place I can get the clothes I want, most because even stores that say they sell the stuff are often somewhat ‘bland’ with not much patterns or embroidery into the clo...

I'm a EU size H cup and in early pregnancy so yesterday I wanted to go and see what kind of maternity bras different stores at my local mall have. I rarely get offended by stores and them having different sizing than me. But yesterday something clicked and it made me sooo furious. It's like big breasted women do not exist according to clothing store chains and all the big brands. And let's not forget I'm talking about MATERNITY bras. All the bras were for perky tiny or medium *****, the bras had super short straps so there's no way you could adjust them if your ***** hang even a little lower. I'm not even that abnormally sized like I don't even have *****...

I am blonde with fair skin and blue eyes. I have dyed my hair different colors, I went dark and blue, and also shaved my head in an attempt to distance myself from what people automatically assume about me based on my appearance. I have been dismissed in formal recovery settings and recovery groups when sharing my pain because I mask well enough to look presentable but dont have the energy to keep up an alt appearance. I cannot afford to do makeup or buy anything other than comfortable and utilitarian clothing. I was raised in a white supremacist christian nationalist household. I was sexually abused and raped by my father and other men who subscribed to this belief system. I fought for my...

They are cold, alone, they are wet and angry and they shriek at the sky. They wail and caterwaul blindly at the only God above, the ever changing blanket curtains of bright day to bejeweled night. They do so because she is the only mother they have ever known. The only father that any of them can remember. There had been some older ones before, that'd known some of the elder ones and their ancient ways, but they were all gone now. The world had been emptied. And they were alone. Hungry. They shrieked their babble tongue and screeched war cries of imbecilic sound to the negligent God above. They did not listen. The rain kept falling in sheets. The dark battle grey sky of the vacant...

Saw an ad for an "authentic farm-to-table dinner experience" the other day and it was $150 per person and I'm like authentic right at $150 it better be authentic, so I looked at the menu and it's just vegetables and chicken which is the same stuff I buy at the grocery store for $20 but it's "authentic" so it costs $150, and when did authentic become code for expensive because everything's authentic now with authentic tacos and authentic coffee and authentic vintage clothing and all of it costs way more than the regular version. I wanted to buy a leather jacket and the regular store had one for $100 but the "authentic vintage leather" was $40...

They are cold, alone, they are wet and angry and they shriek at the sky. They wail and caterwaul blindly at the only God above, the ever changing blanket curtains of bright day to bejeweled night. They do so because she is the only mother they have ever known. The only father that any of them can remember. There had been some older ones before, that'd known some of the elder ones and their ancient ways, but they were all gone now. The world had been emptied. And they were alone. Hungry. They shrieked their babble tongue and screeched war cries of imbecilic sound to the negligent God above. They did not listen. The rain kept falling in sheets. The dark battle grey sky of the vacant...

They are cold, alone, they are wet and angry and they shriek at the sky. They wail and caterwaul blindly at the only God above, the ever changing blanket curtains of bright day to bejeweled night. They do so because she is the only mother they have ever known. The only father that any of them can remember. There had been some older ones before, that'd known some of the elder ones and their ancient ways, but they were all gone now. The world had been emptied. And they were alone. Hungry. They shrieked their babble tongue and screeched war cries of imbecilic sound to the negligent God above. They did not listen. The rain kept falling in sheets. The dark battle grey sky of the vacant...

They are cold, alone, they are wet and angry and they shriek at the sky. They wail and caterwaul blindly at the only God above, the ever changing blanket curtains of bright day to bejeweled night. They do so because she is the only mother they have ever known. The only father that any of them can remember. There had been some older ones before, that'd known some of the elder ones and their ancient ways, but they were all gone now. The world had been emptied. And they were alone. Hungry. They shrieked their babble tongue and screeched war cries of imbecilic sound to the negligent God above. They did not listen. The rain kept falling in sheets. The dark battle grey sky of the vacant...

They are cold, alone, they are wet and angry and they shriek at the sky. They wail and caterwaul blindly at the only God above, the ever changing blanket curtains of bright day to bejeweled night. They do so because she is the only mother they have ever known. The only father that any of them can remember. There had been some older ones before, that'd known some of the elder ones and their ancient ways, but they were all gone now. The world had been emptied. And they were alone. Hungry. They shrieked their babble tongue and screeched war cries of imbecilic sound to the negligent God above. They did not listen. The rain kept falling in sheets. The dark battle grey sky of the vacant...

They are cold, alone, they are wet and angry and they shriek at the sky. They wail and caterwaul blindly at the only God above, the ever changing blanket curtains of bright day to bejeweled night. They do so because she is the only mother they have ever known. The only father that any of them can remember. There had been some older ones before, that'd known some of the elder ones and their ancient ways, but they were all gone now. The world had been emptied. And they were alone. Hungry. They shrieked their babble tongue and screeched war cries of imbecilic sound to the negligent God above. They did not listen. The rain kept falling in sheets. The dark battle grey sky of the vacant...

I've only recently gotten into Stardew Valley but I absolutely love it. As a developer myself it is quite an inspiration that one person can build such a robust game. I've been keeping a list of quality of life upgrades that would be nice to have. It's probably too late for 1.7 but if there are future updates. If you haven't seen all the content you may want to skip this post in case of spoilers. * Allow the farmer to "walk over" sprinklers. This would make fertilizing, planting seeds, or watering so much easier. * Let you walk and plant crops on a trellis like other seeds; Hops, beans, grapes. * The display at the fall festival should load like other contain...

They are cold, alone, they are wet and angry and they shriek at the sky. They wail and caterwaul blindly at the only God above, the ever changing blanket curtains of bright day to bejeweled night. They do so because she is the only mother they have ever known. The only father that any of them can remember. There had been some older ones before, that'd known some of the elder ones and their ancient ways, but they were all gone now. The world had been emptied. And they were alone. Hungry. They shrieked their babble tongue and screeched war cries of imbecilic sound to the negligent God above. They did not listen. The rain kept falling in sheets. The dark battle grey sky of the vacant...

They are cold, alone, they are wet and angry and they shriek at the sky. They wail and caterwaul blindly at the only God above, the ever changing blanket curtains of bright day to bejeweled night. They do so because she is the only mother they have ever known. The only father that any of them can remember. There had been some older ones before, that'd known some of the elder ones and their ancient ways, but they were all gone now. The world had been emptied. And they were alone. Hungry. They shrieked their babble tongue and screeched war cries of imbecilic sound to the negligent God above. They did not listen. The rain kept falling in sheets. The dark battle grey sky of the vacant...

They are cold, alone, they are wet and angry and they shriek at the sky. They wail and caterwaul blindly at the only God above, the ever changing blanket curtains of bright day to bejeweled night. They do so because she is the only mother they have ever known. The only father that any of them can remember. There had been some older ones before, that'd known some of the elder ones and their ancient ways, but they were all gone now. The world had been emptied. And they were alone. Hungry. They shrieked their babble tongue and screeched war cries of imbecilic sound to the negligent God above. They did not listen. The rain kept falling in sheets. The dark battle grey sky of the vacant...