EllieandMoss

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...

  I wasn’t trying to make a political statement when I crafted this ring, but art reflects the times. And baby, these times are twisted .  I was just in my flow, twisting and wrapping  my favorite wire  😊 like I always do...letting my fingers guide me, trusting the tension and the release. No sketch. No blueprint. Just instinct. But when I stepped back and looked at the final piece, I had to laugh. Because somehow, this delicate knot of silver wire looks like the perfect metaphor for what we’re all living through right now. If you want a little chaos on YOUR finger... Treat Yourself A government so tangled, it’s hard to tell where the loop begins or ends. Each wire in this ring represents a decision, a voice, a consequence. Some turns are tight, some loose. Some wrap perfectly around others, while a few jut out like they don’t know what direction they’re headed. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it? Right now, every headline feels like another twist. Anothe...

Hey sis…you tired 😴? I made this lo-fi loop just for you. It's 25 minutes of cozy vibes, soft light, and mellow sound. Perfect for journaling, breathing, or just laying there doing absolutely nothing (on purpose). This was made to offer you a quiet place to breathe, reflect, and rest your spirit 💛 Whether you play all of it, or just five minutes...you deserve this soft moment. Press play. Grab the covers. Light some incense or a candle 🕯

  Hey beautiful souls, Welcome to Ellie & Moss ❤ My cozy little corner of the internet where art meets energy, memory, and magic, and everything is wrapped in a vibe of intentional beauty. If we haven’t met yet, I’m Angela. Artist, maker, mood curator. I’m the hands (and heart) behind Ellie & Moss, where I create handcrafted jewelry, nostalgic musings, and small rituals to make everyday life feel a little more sacred. I started this blog because I wanted a space to slow down , reflect, and share behind the scenes of the work I love. Here you’ll find: Updates on my handmade jewelry collections Thoughts on creativity, spiritual living, and ancestral wisdom Cozy, nostalgic content (think 70s soul, Sunday morning coffee, and a whole lotta incense) Maybe even a recipe, a playlist, or a ramble or two when the mood strikes Ellie & Moss is more than a brand. It’s a feeling. A whisper back to yourself. A moment to remember where you came from, what you carry, a...