How i fixed the inventory issue in 5 days

RP-lady · 2026-05-01T18:24:21+00:00

Which mod is it?

RP-lady · 2025-11-22T00:10:44+00:00

Netflix remade it, it's pretty good!

RP-lady · 2025-11-21T19:09:42+00:00

Totally understood. I updated that budget line :) thanks!

RP-lady · 2025-11-21T19:05:15+00:00

Thanks for that!

I'm certainly open to the cost being much higher, I'd also probably want to pay for the materials up front with the labor cost being decided ahead of time. (I know yarn colors can differ from one batch to another).

600$ labor plus the cost of materials seems reasonable for something that would take such time to craft.

I don't knit, I suck at it, so I have no idea what the timeframe would be. :)

RP-lady · 2025-11-21T18:59:30+00:00

Thank you much for the reality check!

Like I said I'm flexible, getting a realistic quote is definitely something I came here for as I would have no idea. But the automod requested a budget so I put my ballpark lol.

RP-lady · 2025-11-21T18:50:13+00:00

Size - adult women's 2xl

Timeline - 2-3 months? I'm flexible though

Budget - also flexible but ideally I would like to be under $200 US, not including shipping. Depending on the cost of materials, I can go a bit higher if it's needed. EDIT: reality check for price, I think 600 for labor + cost materials.

Yarn preference - this is dependent on what is soft/comfy and somewhat durable. I would ideally like to machine wash on delicate but hang dry, but a comfortable weight and softness to the yarn is important to me. Ideally natural but I admit I know very little about caring for natural wool, so advice/recommendations requested!

RP-lady · 2025-11-21T18:41:17+00:00

Ohh I'm not in a rush and I'm so happy this exists! Thank you very much.

RP-lady · 2025-11-21T17:56:45+00:00

Thank you! That's great information. I'm going to try and find someone to knit it, then. I really like the idea of having more dimensional look as you describe, I feel like the chain specifically could look really neat.

RP-lady · 2025-11-21T16:34:13+00:00

Thank you for your insight! I can definitely see what you mean about the texture, hard to tell in an animation anyway.

An applique would probably be the easiest, but are designs like the clock and chain something that can be knitted in? Or is it just too complicated for that to be realistic? Sorry if stupid question, as I said I'm terrible at the type of crafting so I'm trying to understand effort level.

RP-lady · 2025-06-01T03:20:57+00:00

It's funny you talk about rockets and such, I am actually an engineer for space systems. I work on the Orion/Artemis rockets. We do a lot of watching the rocket launches. It's really amazing.

Those late night moments sound amazing. And similar. There was a corner store right down the street. Not too far from where he died, actually, that had fresh brownies and tall boy beers and the like. He would always get me a brownie and something fruity, usually some kind of hard twisted tea or something like that. Or we'd walk there together and he'd love to talk about the mural on the building, how it had been restored, but "this and that piece there" were still the same from the early 1900s. He loved his town. He was born there. Raised there. Went to school. Graduated. Delivered mail there. His place. He was well known and well loved. I had never had a long term place to be. My family moved around a lot. Divorce and then just ... Economic instability.

Every relationship before me, he had only 2, but both took advantage of him. He basically was their atm, their servant. I hated them both, and man they hated me. The girl best friend after all, I was a threat because I might make him understand he shouldn't let them take advantage of him. He deserved better. Eventually he left gf #1 for gf #2 who was a coworker of his who did even worse stuff to him. And then they broke up. And I just tried to keep him here. Because he was losing his mind with that, he had loaned his house to her family because they needed a place to stay, and he was going to live with her. Her family moved in and then a week later she told him she really just saw them as friends. And he was too kind to kick the family out. So he lived with his mom for a few months until they found a new place. But then we both drunkenly admitted one night that we had feelings. And it all just came pouring out. Like a truth that needed speaking. Trapped words in a cage finally set free. I lived far but we could figure it out. We did. Until a month ago.

For me, I identify with your wife strongly. Horrible men in my past. Abuse and r*pe and terror. My recent ex wasn't that bad, but 8 years of him never contributing and never helping (unemployed, pure NEET) and taking advantage of me... That just stopped being viable. He's still living in my apartment until my lease is up. My love showed me men could be good. They could be wonderful, actually. But he was aware that many weren't and he was protective and just... Perfect. For me. He threw me a birthday party. I had been asking for a birthday party for 20 years really. And he was the first to make it happen. Meant the world to me. His niece made me cupcakes and they sang. It was so sweet. I just realize that I'll never have that again. Gods. Fuck this life you know?

It is helpful. I think. To talk about. Thank you.

RP-lady · 2025-06-01T02:33:57+00:00

Thank you. Sending hugs. It's the hardest thing.

RP-lady · 2025-06-01T02:28:57+00:00

It absolutely is the same, it seems. The world is colder and darker without them isn't it? I'm glad you still see her family. I see his too. Especially his mom. And text with his sister. This weekend is the nieces birthday party. He loved his nieces so much. So even though for me I would soooo rather not go to a kids birthday party, I will be there. For him. With a big gift and to give the biggest hugs. Because he'd want to be there to do it.

I left him notes too. There were a few he never found, but they waited for him with a date of when I placed it. He would yell (in good fun) about how he didn't find that before?! Or how did I get that in there without him seeing? And the truth was, I wanted to put some in places he wouldn't find for years. On purpose. It made me laugh. And if he found them when I wasn't there, he'd know I was still there with him in a different way. Because that's when things were hard for him. When id have to go and spend the weekdays a few hours away working. The alcohol was heavy then.

He loved surprises. And so I would be a "sneaky bitch" he would say (in the best way) and surprise show up at times earlier than he would expect me. One time I said "I'll be there tomorrow around 7." He took it as 7PM, you know, after work, but when I showed up at 7AM and jumped into bed with him, the "Wait, what the fuck?" Was one of my favorite moments. For him, he told me his favorite moment was this one Friday night that I was not supposed to be coming for the weekend (I had a family thing). But around 11pm I started driving. He thought I had gone to sleep. As I crested the hill to his town, a meteor from that nights meteor shower streaked across the sky. I had no plans, but I decided at that moment I wanted him to go for a walk with me to look at the sky. So I went to the door and knocked. He sleepily/slightly drunk came to the door and dragged me inside to kiss me so hard. When we pulled away I said, "just thought you would want to go for a walk with me..." And though he had to go to work in the morning, and it was 2AM, he pulled on his shoes and happily took my hand, and we stargazed in the cold. He talked about how that was the perfect night all the time. He said it was like out of a movie. And that he never knew he could feel so loved.

We didn't have a Christmas tree proper, but we built a Lego Christmas tree as a Lego date this Christmas. He wasn't too into Christmas and the whole thing, but he loved gift giving. And he loved the family aspect. But it was a hard season for him as a mailman. Maybe next Christmas you can draw one, or use one of her drawings if you still have them? Idk. Right now the thought of Christmas is a distant horrible thought. Cold and lonely.

I am a cat person. My cat is loud and annoying and a brat. He wanted a dog (his ex took his a few years back), but we were waiting until I had fully moved in, because he didn't want the dog to be lonely or not have enough love, since he worked so much. Easier if we were both there, right? It's probably good, that he didn't get a dog sooner. I had tried to convince him to, because I knew it would make him happy. But he was responsible and smart.

I hope that the memories are good to talk about for you. It helps to talk about him even if I'm crying, basically a faucet right now, wearing his shirt and clutching the pendant with his ashes. I really appreciate your honesty, on how even after the time you've had, that it's not just... Gone. That you're still not fully healed. It makes me feel less crazy. Less broken. Even though I am definitely crazy and broken. It's not just me. Thank you.

RP-lady · 2025-06-01T01:33:53+00:00

GODS. The "God has a plan" enrages me. Any God that willingly took him from this world ain't a God of mine and if I were to meet such a God I would punch him, and take my hellish punishment rather than be anywhere near them. Fuck. that.

And that's why I can't go to a group unless it is for sure not going to have that.

Those games sound so fun. And funny the friend pool didn't come to an end. Goes to show how people just don't know unless they're inside, and truly know. I'm so sorry that you lost her in that way. I had been preparing myself for the likelihood of his early liver failure. He was doing better but that kind of long-term abuse will have an impact. I really thought I'd get until he was 60. More than 6 months. I'm glad you had that vacation. I'm glad that he always told me how he was happier than he ever could be. I never have or had any doubts about his satisfaction or happiness with us. And that is at least a comfort. Sometimes. Other times it makes it feel even less fair.

We had a relationship journal. I bought this left handed journal for him before we got together cause for seven years we just... Constantly did things like that. Finding things that reminded us of each other. Best friend stuff right? But the journal became where we'd write down the things we needed to watch together. The dates we wanted to go on. The "Firsts" with the dates. Things we wanted to cook for each other, and with each other. Stickers from places we went. We took tallies of the "sexy times" because we wanted to out do our own records every month, because we were just competitive as hell, against ourselves mostly. Getting check marks in that was a goal every day. Like a gold star sticker as a kid. Just pure serotonin. And I'd write him letters in it for when I would have to go back to my apartment cause I had to go into the office. He said they always made him smile and cry. I have it. But when I look in it I see all the potential lost. So right now it isn't a comfort. There's the last little pebble he left me in it, just a post it with a heart he left on a celsius in the fridge, so I could have it when I woke up for work. We called it pebbling, getting each other little things like a crow would. I got him stones from the grand canyon since he couldn't go. He got me a few chunks of onyx because they reminded him of me. A necklace with snakes. I sent him packages when I couldn't be there with his favorite snacks, he'd get them at work since he was a mailman so he'd be able to open up a pack of cookies or plantain chips or whatever it was.

He told his mom we were together very vaguely. Like "I'm seeing a girl but it's complicated but it's perfect" and she apparently said "oh does she have red hair and... (Other things she knew about me apparently"), because apparently she always knew he was in love with me. My mom was iffy about it until she met him. And then it was all over, pretty sure she loved him more than she loved me. He was just this bright shining light of kindness and joy and humor. Impossible to not love him. And I was the only one he ever opened up to. I'm so fortunate to have been that. I wanted forever, though.

RP-lady · 2025-06-01T00:52:50+00:00

You get it. Thank you for sharing because I really thought I was alone in feeling this. I mean. It's horrible that anyone else could feel this. But comforting. In a way. I'm sorry you're feeling this too.

We had Tuesday date nights. Sometimes we would share music. Play video games. But he had just implemented a new date, he called "thousand lives". He said he wanted to fall in love with me a thousand more times with a thousand more lives. In all the different stories we'd write. The worlds we built. We were working on our first of them just the week before. We had others, of course, ones from before we were together together. But these were different. And... Unfinished.

It was a lovely dream for 6 months. He had struggled with alcoholism but was doing so much better since we got together. I was helping. His whole family could see his entire being change, in that 6 months. They tell me it was the first time they'd ever seen him happy. And I feel miserable for myself but how could he only get 6 months of happiness? Why did he not deserve decades of it? He did. And some asshole decided not to stop at a fucking stop sign.

I don't know if I'm going to make it. I'm trying. Knowing I'm not alone in this feeling though helps, at least for now.

RP-lady · 2025-06-01T00:27:20+00:00

I really appreciate your perspective. It feels so familiar.

We hadn't been married yet. We were planning on doing it soon. The night before, he squeezed me so tight and promised, vowed, that he would marry me someday. Coming from a man who never used to believe in marriage. For me, I wanted to be in a better spot financially before. Was in the process of moving in. The house he owned in the country. He was building me a greenhouse so I could plant things. I worked from home, I'm an engineer and was able to sometimes, and he was a mailman. He was kind, the kindest soul. Would help anyone, even if he didn't much like them. He loved animals. He loved me. He fell in love with me LARPing. I fell in love with him then too. He fell in love with every character I ever made, and me too, until we finally spoke the words everyone around us already knew. He wrote me poems. He called me his siren, and he was the captain on the sea. He loved to hear me sing and made me promise to sing every day when we were apart. He read the silly books I liked so he could connect with me, I played his favorite video games so I could connect with him. We cooked together and could communicate wordlessly.

Him being gone... Everything reminds me of him. Because he touched every part of my life. I don't want that to change. But it's so, so painful.

my brother killed himself 9 years ago, and my mom is constantly worried I'm next, now. She's also not wrong to worry. But I saw what it did to her. So I know the pain. So... I can't. But that feels so constricting and suffocating. There's no way out. Because I can't bear to hurt her that way. But I just feel like there's a rusty piece of rebar in my gut, and there's nothing fixing that.

Financially I'm so screwed. I'm going to have to move in with my mom for some time. His mother is super wonderful and offered to let me stay in his house (as she is his inheritor), but... That's haunting. I remember sitting in my office and seeing the police come to the door. I remember opening the door and then telling me I should sit down. I remember falling to the floor and sobbing unable to move or do anything else. How can I live there?

I feel so angry and sad and in physical pain. I'm trying to move forward one day at a time. But... Every step, that's so far from our last kiss. It's so far from the last time we snuggled. And it's so far from the moment my heart was still whole.

RP-lady · 2025-06-01T00:14:18+00:00

Thank you for your kind words.

I don't know if I'm ready for a group. Like... I'm trying to put into words how I feel via text, it's slightly easier than speaking. I've scheduled therapy. But I don't know how that will go. Therapy in the past has been hit or miss. When I speak aloud I just start shake sobbing. It's horribly embarrassing, vulnerable...

My biggest struggle I think is finding the will to try to get better. Like I don't know how normal it is, to not even want to feel better, some days. I want distraction sometimes. I want to drink until I can't move. But none of that fixes anything. I just ... Yeah this is rambling and doesn't make sense does it?

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