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Faux Fur

Isabella Jacket (Antique Rose)
Isabella Jacket (Antique Rose)
£399.00
Helen Jacket
Helen Jacket
£495.00
Darcey Jacket
Darcey Jacket
£345.00
Skye Capelet
Skye Capelet
£399.00
Corran Capelet
Corran Capelet
£199.00
Airdrie Jacket
Airdrie Jacket
£225.00
Aros Jacket
Aros Jacket
£250.00
Isabella Jacket (Ivory)
Isabella Jacket (Ivory)
£399.00

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Tailored for a life well-lived — from hillside walks to quiet moments in the garden.⁠​​​​​​​​ ⁠​​​​​​​​ The Jane Jacket is cut from soft, undyed wool tweed in a refined silhouette that flatters with clean lines and subtle structure. Paired with
She isn’t ours, but I saw her on a nearby farm, our eyes met.​​​​​​​​ ⁠​​​​​​​​ Sometimes I think that if I hadn’t taken this photo, she might have lived, eaten, rested, and gone without a trace. But here she is, captured in golden light,
There’s a hush to the moment before dusk — a quiet kind of grandeur. The Emma Gown is cut to flatter with simplicity and grace, drawing on silhouettes of the Regency era while grounded in the Goatherdess philosophy: slow, considered, and
Fireweed leans into the hush before the storm—​​​​​​​​ violet flickers against a sky grown solemn.​​​​​​​​ She blooms anyway.​​​​​​​​ Even as the clouds gather,​​​​​​​​ even when the light turns inward,​​​​​​​​ her colour sings of wild defiance
She stands with quiet grace, stitched from the stillness of heathered hills and the hush of an old stone path. The Lucy jacket follows the curve of time— structured, yet soft, as if the wind itself shaped her seams. A garment not just worn, bu
Wool remembers.​​​​​​​​ It remembers the breath of the hill,​​​​​​​​ the hush of frost curling over stone.​​​​​​​​ It remembers hooves in heather,​​​​​​​​ and names whispered only by wind.​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​ Wool does not ask to be seen.​​​​​​​​ It sim

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