Love Grows Wild Bohéme Slip Dress

$148.00
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Sometimes — while oftentimes actually if we’re being honest — we design a piece for the purely selfish reason that we want to wear it ourselves ;)

The Love Grows Wild dress was definitely one of these pieces!

Our lush and verdant botanical print comes from the “12 Months of Flowers”, a series of remarkably beautiful hand-coloured etchings from the 1700s by engraver Henry Fletcher. The prints were commissioned by famed English gardener Robert Furber, and were published as a catalogue of flowers and seeds according to season. We chose the Fletcher’s print from the month of March for its delightfully detailed blooms, and then layered the flowers together to create a wild and wonderful print that captures the exuberance of the garden. The charming bumblebee trim comes from a museum seed catalogue from the late 1800’s. We are so excited to wear this print! It’s such a joyful and abundant design that goes with almost every colour. Sometimes more is more — more flowers, more love, more everything :)

The adjustable straps, oversized cut, and soft, flowy bamboo viscose make our Bohéme dresses a wardrobe staple for layering, running errands, dancing, lounging or napping — and they’re also a must-have for travel, wherever you roam. You can also wear this piece two ways, with the bumblebee on the front of the bodice, or the back — depending on your mood.

Please note: The nature of our soft bamboo/wood viscose means it’s slightly sheer, so we recommend layering it with our Étoile slip (or any other slip you have) when wearing it with bare legs. Our model in the photos is wearing the dress without a slip. Shown worn with our Love Grows Wild Opera Duster (sold separately).

100% viscose (derived from plant fibres such as bamboo and wood). Machine wash gentle or handwash and hang to dry. Iron to finish if needed.

Adjustable straps. Dress measurements: S/M — length 132cm at shortest strap adjustment, 142cm at longest. Width 52cm (across bust, underarm to underarm), 54cm (across waist seam). L/XL — 134 cm length at shortest strap adjustment, 144cm at longest. Width 57cm (across bust, underarm to underarm), 59 cm (across waist seam).

Models information for reference: Djuna, our radiant redhead is 5’5” and wears a S/M. Tehani, our beautiful brunette, is 5’5” and wears a size L/XL.

“All the stars are a riot of flowers.”

- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.”

- Frances Hodgson Burnett

“A flower blossoms for its own joy.”

- Oscar Wilde

How To Wear

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Versatile and undeniably chic, our Love Grows Wild slip dress is poetry in motion! We’ll be wearing ours with an oversized button-up shirt and sandals in the summer, and layering it up with pullover sweaters, cardigans and chunky boots in the chillier weather. For a more minimalist vibe, rock it with a classic trench coat and a pair of comfy mules — perfect for brunch with the girls or a low-key date night with your significant other or yourself ;)

Our Muse

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

More Inspo

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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.

The Poem

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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.