Ambernella

Lately, I’ve been focused on penpalling and swapping with creatives on Instagram, but something has been missing-
My tastes have shifted drastically, and with them, so has my creative direction. It’s time to explore that change, to step back into creating with intention.

I’m always on the hunt for interesting scraps, forgotten bits, and the kind of ephemera that sparks curiosity. My style leans toward vintage, eerie, and a little offbeat—think tattered book pages, peculiar postcards, and envelopes with a story to tell. I have a soft spot for French vintage aesthetics, faded florals, delicate pastels, and dried flowers tucked between old letters. There’s something timeless about the way a bit of lace, a handwritten note, and a well-loved paper can turn into something worth holding onto.

The 1 rating happened five years ago. My swap partner claimed she never received the package, so I resent it—twice—but she still said it never arrived. I wasn’t new to swapping or mail art, and after experiencing a few scams, the situation felt all too familiar. Without warning, she rated me a 1, and I was frustrated. So, I stepped away. But now, I’m back—with a renewed love for creating and sending art. I'm in a better place emotionally, and I've grown in my ability to handle stress and setbacks. All I want is to share my creativity and make meaningful mail again.

Mail art is my passion—I love transforming ordinary paper into something special, whether it’s decorating envelopes, crafting ATCs, assembling folios, designing postcards, or creating tags. Junk journal ephemera is my playground, and I find joy in working with mixed media, distress inks, and stamps to bring each piece to life. Every small artwork I make is meant to be sent, shared, and cherished, turning mail into a creative experience.

While doom-scrolling on TikTok, the background noise could be…

— Gilmore Girls (lol) — The Office — Resident Alien — True crime documentaries — Bridgerton — Wednesday

A playlist built for controlled chaos—a blend of '90s bops, raw belters, and just enough Taylor Swift to confirm a newfound appreciation without tipping into full-blown fandom.

It’s the kind of lineup where TLC’s No Scrubs fuels a confident strut through daily life, while Alanis Morissette’s You Oughta Know offers a cathartic, full-throttle scream session (because sometimes, it’s just necessary).

Backstreet Boys and Spice Girls bring the fun, shameless pop perfection, and then—enter Swift: Cruel Summer, Enchanted, The Archer—songs for those moments when emotion needs melody to carry it.

]So, these are the movies I will watch on repeat, no questions asked. Napoleon Dynamite—because it’s awkward perfection. I will never stop quoting it, and somehow, it only gets funnier with time. Twilight (all of them)—I don’t even care, it’s happening. Moody stares, dramatic vampire nonsense, Pacific Northwest vibes? Absolutely. Jurassic Park—because dinosaurs never stop being cool, and that theme song? Instant goosebumps. French Kiss—comfort movie energy. It’s witty, messy, romantic, and just satisfying every single time. This lineup is chaotic but essential—background noise, full attention, whatever mood I’m in, these always work.

There are more, but I can't think.

Okay, so hard no on religion, classic Christmas (unless it’s spooky), teacher stickers, kid themes, gold, feathers, smoking, and glitter—except fairy dust, because that’s obviously in its own superior category.

I don’t want it, I don’t need it, and I don’t know what I’d even do with it. Toss it into the void. Fairy dust stays, though.

We're good.