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The Florist's Daughter - High-waisted pant + clutch bag

The Florist's Daughter - High-waisted pant + clutch bag

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The Florist's Daughter โ€” The daffodils gathered at first light, and the print at the very heart of the collection.

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A high-waisted, wide-leg pant in soft cotton-linen, cut for a relaxed fit and featuring an adjustable tie-waist, pockets, frayed seam lines, and printed with an oversized 19th-century botanical. The wide cuff is designed to be adaptable - hand-sew or machine baste up for a casual three-quarter length by day, or let it down for a sleeker look by night.

Each pant comes with a matching fabric clutch, a set of mending patches, and a set of slow fashion advocacy patches. The clutch and patches are cut from the same fabric, so as little fabric as possible goes to waste.ย  The mending patches are for the years ahead, to repair and keep wearing rather than replace.

Sizes S / M / L โ€” see garment measurements below:

I'm wearing size MEDIUM with the cuff both up and down.ย  I am a standard Size 10, 176cm tall.

Designed and made by Meg in The Patch, Australia.

All megsmithmakes garments are Ethical Clothing Australia accredited and made in Melbourne, sewn with GOTS-certified organic cotton thread. megsmithmakes is a proud member of Seamless Australia.

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...her morning had been both beautiful and backbreaking.ย Although she adored walking the fields whilst Mistle Thrush announced the day, she wasnโ€™t quite as fond of the sore shoulders and stiff knees that accompanied the pleasure.ย Her harvest almost complete, she carefully knelt to place both buckets on the ground and stood tall to arch her back and stretch both arms to the sky, closing her eyes to the sun and pausing to feel the warmth on her face.ย Knowing her father was waiting her return, she signed, tucked her unruly hair back beneath her bonnetโ€™s folds, and stooped to settle the yoke back across her shoulders, letting the sweet smell of the daffodils rise with each step asย she began the carefully balanced journey back to her fatherโ€™s cool basement, where the fresh flowers would bloom again under his deft care..."

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