Bees & Bones Collection
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On Mother’s Day 

I tore out the buttercups that had grown up 

below the red raspberry vines 

and their 

tiny 

spiny 

thorns drew blood in scratches from my wrists to my shoulders

It was the next day when my husband felt my torn up skin and asked what happened, that I replied 

‘I’ve been tending my garden, 

I’m a mother, 

haven’t you noticed, 

I’ve made things grow.’


I look at my babies, 

a child,

their bodies, 

our fruit

Would I recognize each individual limb?

Severed, would I know it?

My garden grew it 

My own body grew it

In the dark, in the damp 

Under the cover of a thicket of thorns.

So I tend to my garden children

and they tend to me.

Young verdurous buttercups  

Warm wounded flesh

Forgotten about until felt, 

And then reminded

Startled by the adoration of

perspiration tingling abrasions.

My boys watch me in the bathroom in the weeks following the birth of their sister 

And they ask if I am still bloody.

‘Why bloody mum?’ 

‘Crack open mum?’  


Yes I’ve cracked open.  I’ve cracked wide open for you all, like every mother, our bodies formed a crevasse when you left

A devastation 

I bled for you, because of you


My blood was your oxygen 

and now I can’t keep you alive with a sigh

So instead I place my hands on your ribs and your hands on my cheeks and we breathe

‘I love you’s’

Until deep under my fingers

Deeper than your intercostals

Expanding 

On your silly exhaled ‘you’

Your alveoli of rich red blood are fed.


Water me,

shower me, 

Graze your hand along the top of my baby hairs like a tomato seedling in the greenhouse

Pretend to be the wind so I can withstand it all.

But if I must be torn from the ground 

touch me tenderly,

exploratively

Hold me up under your chin 

And I’ll remind you of the riches of a mothers butter 

Buttercup Collection

Garments that were sewn in the summer sun, rich in buttery sun soaked silk, linen, and cotton. Photographed on a warm evening while walking through my neighbourhood woods and meadows.

Ready to Ship, and available online June 24th at 2pm pst.

Winter Meadow Collection

Available and Ready to Ship! Linen, silk, wool, and cotton in textures soft and thick. Plump reds, brambled greens, dark and warm and meant to hold you through midwinter’s crispness. A thorn prick of startling bright warmth in clothing form.

 
 
 
 

Seasonal Offering 6:

Petal Pusher Pants

Elastic waist straight leg pants, who’s hem unfurls into an ankle length peplum. Petal like a flopsy flower upside down, pedal like you’re on a bike pumping fast and your pants are tickling your gears and ankle bones.  Perfect for all season legs, linen and silk, and cotton coated limbs.

Pre-Order opens November 12th at noon pst.

 

Seasonal Offering 5:

Plaines Blouse

A lament to the long rolling vastness of the plaines. Puffs and billows of cloud sleeves and gentle shapely horizons skimming your ribs and waist and back.

Pre-Order opens November 8th at noon pst.

 
 

Seasonal Offering 4:

The Polly

Blouses & Dresses, all straight lines and brightness. A deep v caught up in a bow between the breasts and soft gathers finding the side of the waist.

Polly is the star of the sea. all angular shine and lightness. Maybe a smouldering sight.

Pre-Order opens October 22nd at noon pst.

 
 
 
 
 
 

Seasonal Offering 3:

The Linnet

Linnet smock, named for its fluttering friend the linnet bird, lover of flax seeds and farmscapes.

I’d say they are very good friends.

The smock, like the bird, has a delicate freedom to it and craves the calm expanse of a field at dusk.

A linnet flits around and pecks lovingly at your flax smelling skin.

Pre-orders open October 9th at noon pst.