EllieandMoss

Luxurious Memory I really don’t remember the first time I heard about the Georgian Terrace hotel...it feels like I’ve always known it, the way you know a place before you’ve ever been there. Like a story your family members told you so many times it becomes your own memory. And then I walked through the doors. The lobby opened around me like a held breath. Chandeliers caught the afternoon light and scattered it across marble floors, and I immediately felt at home. The air smelled like old wood, fresh flowers, some Burberry Her perfume, and something unnameable that I couldn't quite describe.  I stood still for a long moment while my husband parked the car in the garage. I knew this would be the first of many stays. The hotel didn’t feel new to me. It felt familiar, in a way I couldn’t explain. Like I had been coming here for a hundred years. Like I belonged here, among the tall windows and the sweeping staircases and the ghosts of glamour that linger in every corner.  And that...

  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...