EllieandMoss

  Let me be honest with you...there is absolutely nothing fast about wet felting. And the longer I do it, the more I realize that’s not a flaw. That’s the whole point. We’re living in a world that keeps telling us to hurry. Hurry up and decide. Hurry up and finish. Hurry up and make it profitable. Even the things we love are supposed to be quick now. Scrollable. Consumable. Done in under a minute. Wet felting just…refuses. A Craft That Won’t Be Rushed When I’m wet felting, I’m standing there with warm water, soap, and loose wool fibers, and I already know how this is going to go. Slowly. There’s no shortcut that doesn’t come back to embarrass you later 👀 If you rush it, the wool tells on you. Thin spots. Weak seams. Something that looks okay at first but doesn’t hold. And honestly? Life does that too. This process forces me to slow my body down before my mind even gets the memo. I can’t multitask. I can’t rush ahead mentally while my hands are still working. The wool needs atte...

Sit down sis, because we need to talk about something that too many of us found out the hard way. For years the word perimenopause was treated like it belonged exclusively to women in their 50s...something far off in the distance, something future you would deal with eventually. So when symptoms started showing up in your late 30s or early 40s, the last thing on your mind was perimenopause. You figured it was stress. Or burnout. Or just life catching up with you. But here's what nobody told us. Perimenopause typically begins in a woman's early 40s to early 50s, and for some women it can start as early as 35! That's not a typo. Your body can begin this transition years before most of us ever thought to consider it. And if your doctor didn't bring it up, and your mother didn't warn you, and your girlfriends were just as confused as you were 😕 you probably had no idea what was actually happening. That's not your fault. That's a gap in information that too m...

Copper has this warm glow that feels… alive . Not flashy. Not cold. Just rich, earthy, and kind of magnetic. What I love about copper It looks good on everybody. Copper plays especially nice with melanin, like it was minding its business waiting on us. It evolves. Copper can darken over time and develop patina, which means your ring starts to tell a story. It feels grounded. It’s giving vintage, ancient, heirloom adjacent energy. P.S. If you want to snag this copper spiral ring, it’s available in my Payhip shop The patina conversation (aka: “Is it supposed to change?”) Yes ma'am. Copper can naturally shift with wear, air, lotion, and your personal chemistry. If you like it bright and shiny: wipe it with a soft cloth after wearing store it dry (little pouch or jewelry box) keep it away from water when you can If you like it moody and aged: wear it often and let it deepen naturally think “antique warmth” not “perfect polish” This is probably the wild...

They keep telling us to “pick a lane.” To water down our magic. To niche down until we’re unrecognizable. Marketable, but unrecognizable. But me? I’m not a niche. I’m a whole movement. I didn’t come here to shrink, flatten, or fit. I came here to create. 🖤 I’m Done Choosing Between My Selves I’m the artist and the strategist. The candlelit mystic and the analytics girlie. The entrepreneur with mood boards and wire tools side by side. The herbal tea sipper with a lofi beat playing in the background. I’m not scattered. I’m layered. And I’m no longer slicing myself into “audience friendly” pieces just to make other people comfortable. 🎨 There’s Power in Being Multi-Hyphenated I make jewelry. I restore photos. I metalsmith. I throw clay. I design. I blend ancestral wisdom with digital clarity. I dream in color palettes and copper wire. I create because I have to. And yes, I sell it too, but the creativity came first. Always. Being multi passionate is not a flaw, it’s...

  Okay, so I was sitting here thinking more about that whole “all the women in my family had their first babies at 19” thing...I realized something that gave me full-body chills. I was wrong. Kind of. See, at first, I thought the number 19 was tied to the firstborn child in every generation. But when I looked closer, it wasn’t about firstborns at all. It was about firstborn daughters. Let me explain. My grandmother had a baby before she had my mom. A boy. He died in infancy. I never met him, but I always knew about him. Her second child, my mama, was born when my grandma was 19. My mama? She gave birth to my brother just one month before her 19th birthday . So technically, she was 18. And I wasn’t the firstborn. I wasn’t the one who kept the pattern going. The 19 didn’t land on me. But here’s where it gets spooky. My sister had a baby girl at 19. That girl, my niece,  had a baby girl at 19. And that girl had her baby girl…at 19. That’s three generations of wo...

In a world where institutions have long dictated what counts as sacred, queer folks are carving out their own paths back to power, and many are finding it in tarot decks, ancestral altars, and the flicker of candlelight over a spell jar. This isn’t trend chasing. It’s reclamation ✨ Traditional religion has often told LGBTQ+ people they were too much, not enough, or altogether wrong. Witchcraft doesn’t echo that rhetoric. It doesn’t ask for straight lines or narrow boxes. It embraces fluidity, duality, expansion 🌈 The occult says, “Come as you are, and bring all of you.” Mystical systems like tarot meet queer experience with flexibility and reflection. The High Priestess isn’t locked into femininity. The Lovers card isn’t a hetero exclusive contract. These archetypes become mirrors, not molds...allowing people to see their truths without compromise. And let’s be clear: queerness and magic go way back. Across continents and histories, queer and gender diverse people were often the keepe...