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The White Wreath - High-waisted pant + clutch bag

The White Wreath - High-waisted pant + clutch bag

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The White Wreath β€” A sweep of white roses, the flower her father knew could speak of love and of loss in the same breath.

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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.Β  The mending patches are for the years ahead, to repair and keep wearing rather than replace.

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

I'm wearing size SMALL with the cuff sewn up.Β  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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"...she saw the moods of her father shift with the commissions he was given. The language of flowers was written into the lines of his eyes, the flecks of his irises, the angle of his hands. Flowers speak tales, some of melancholy and loss, others of love and commitment. It was up to her father to orchestrate their arrangement to tell the personal stories of his clients. This is where floristry became artistry, and it was what she admired most. Today, she observed as he sat quietly with a buoyant arrangement of bright white roses strewn across his table. The rich scent of the blooms infiltrated her skin and hung unseen in the air. But despite their beautiful appearance and sweet smell, she knew of the story these flowers must tell, and it was not one of joy. Her father sighed deeply as his hands began their work..."

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