This hoodie is for the in-between. The cold mornings, the late nights, the moments you pull your knees to your chest and let yourself feel it instead of fixing it. The rose doesn't disappear when it wilts. It returns to root, to wax, to wick. It waits for its fire.
Made to be lived in. Soft on the inside, cozy enough to become the thing you reach for without thinking, with a hood to pull up when you need a little space from the world. Wear it to your practice, to the candle-lit reset at the end of a long week, or on the days you're carrying more than anyone can see.
Part of The Wilted Rose Ritual, a Rose Goddess offering.
