Love Grows Wild Pixie Duster (Cropped Length)

This delightful piece can be worn so many ways, day or night! Create an effortless everyday look by layering over a simple v-neck cami, straight legged jeans & flats… then switch things up by crossing your kimono over in the front, tucking the tails in to your jeans and adding a pair of heels. We also love playing with the lush colour palette of this piece — try mixing it with brights, or get creative and pair it with a striped shirt or cropped sweater for an unexpected, eclectic look. Need more outfit inspo? This kimono looks gorgeous with the matching Artist Pants and a silk tank for a chic, relaxed take on a suit.

The artisan, the gardener. Women who cultivate joy, who keep the garden of their hearts a little wild. Women who never stop blooming.

Robert Furber, the British horticulturalist who commissioned the marvellous artwork we used to create Love Grows Wild, wrote the very first seed catalogue ever produced in England and spent much of his life dedicated to documenting and preserving plants and flowers. The Twelve Months of Flowers, printed in 1730, remains his most well-known work and features over 400 species of flowers organized by their blooming season. Even today, almost 300 years later, it remains an astonishingly beautiful celebration botanical beauty.

When we are old
and the yard is a tangle
of lilac and weeds, 
I will stand at the window 
and watch you go out 
with scissors. The kettle 
will be whistling, 
sink full of dishes 
still yellow with yolk 
from breakfast. My arms
will be bony and veined 
with blue, my hands
under the faucet 
will seem too fragile 
to be my hands.

From the window
I will watch you pull
aside the vines to cut 
the late spring blooms, hum softly 
our familiar praises — the ones 
that made the crocus
close in amens at dusk for us
and open like silk curtains 
each morning. Your head
will bow in the sun as lilacs bow,
reverent among the bees. 
When our garden 
is wild with ghosts 
I will still be yours.
Come back to the house,
fill my pottery arms with flowers
at the door of our kitchen,
in this world and the next.