The Sealed Letter - Low-waste Boxy Top

Add a touch of romantic Victorian elegance to your wardrobe with this limited edition, low-waste cotton-linen boxy top. Featuring a beautiful oversized 19th-century botanical artwork, this versatile one-size top can be worn alone or over a variety of other garments. Matching fabric clutch sold separately.

One size fits most - see garment measurements below:

• FRONT LENGTH 45cm
• BACK LENGTH 45cm
• NECK 30cm
• BOTTOM WIDTH 90cm

Designed and made by Meg in The Patch, Australia. Printed in Thornbury by NextState Print on 94% cotton, 6% linen certified to OEKO-TEX Standard 100 (11-29208). 

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

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"...it was only a short letter, a few important words that seemingly carried an immense amount of weight. She had left it for her father with his breakfast that morning, having collected it the previous day as she made her deliveries to the town’s wealthier merchant households. The paper had felt luxurious - a thick, textured cream that was bulky when folded, and sealed with a forest green wax and family crest which she did not recognise. Her father had paused when he saw the letter, lying as it was next to his cheese and bread. She noted how he had studiously ignored it whilst he ate, and had only reached for it after finishing his meal and the hot mug of tea that followed. Why on earth was he avoiding it so? She was too timid to ask him directly, and could certainly never summon the mischief to invade his privacy. That evening as she painted in the attic, she heard her father’s familiar movements from down in his workroom, a sound that was most unusual at this time of evening. She listened absently for some time, eventually being drawn once again to the feel of her brush on canvas, when her concentration was abruptly severed by a series of short raps on the shop door, followed closely by the sound of her father’s boots striding across the floor. Her hand paused mid-stroke and she held her breath, straining to listen to the muffled voices that rose up the stairs…"

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