When I was small there was a house with a wall of wild rambling roses in my street. The lady who lived there was called Rose. She sold books and wore red lipstick and colourful kaftans. I was 5 and mesmerised! She was kind and let me pick the petals for my perfume potions. Whenever I see rambling roses growing wild I think of her.
Wild rose print in tones of pink/green.
Collar dusky rose suede.