A daisy does not pretend to be a rose.
Be true to yourself -
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The Daisy Days Collection
Delicate, girly and just a little bit retro, with shades of clay and army green to re-inspire your riding wardrobe.
Constructed from high-performance high-wicking recycled Italian Lycra fabric. The Freedom jersey has two rear pockets, with zip, mesh side panels and a full length zip and is available in sizes S to 3XL.
Our Freedom jersey is comfortable and flattering coupled with great fabric to make you look and feel good on your next ride.
Coming this Spring with a few more surprises
Features & Benefits
- Loose fitting sleeve with wide band
- 3 Pockets, one with a Zip
- Mesh side panel to keep you cool
- Effortless comfort, stylish and relaxed
- Relaxed fit for maximum movement
- Polyester / Elastane / Lycra
- Premium quality Italian fabrics
- Light performance quick dry fabric
- Moisture wicking fabric
- SPF 50+
- Gentle machine wash
- Do not dry clean
- Does not require ironing
- Do not iron
Some More in the Daisy Day collection
Hans Christian Andersen - 1838
NOW listen! In the country, close by the high road, stood a farmhouse; perhaps you have passed by and seen it yourself.
There was a little flower garden with painted wooden palings in front of it; close by was a ditch, on its fresh green bank grew a little daisy; the sun shone as warmly and brightly upon it as on the magnificent garden flowers, and therefore it thrived well. One morning it had quite opened, and its little snow-white petals stood round the yellow centre, like the rays of the sun. It did not mind that nobody saw it in the grass, and that it was a poor despised flower; on the contrary, it was quite happy, and turned towards the sun, looking upward and listening to the song of the lark high up in the air.
The little daisy was as happy as if the day had been a great holiday, but it was only Monday. All the children were at school, and while they were sitting on the forms and learning their lessons, it sat on its thin green stalk and learnt from the sun and from its surroundings how kind God is, and it rejoiced that the song of the little lark expressed so sweetly and distinctly its own feelings. With a sort of reverence the daisy looked up to the bird that could fly and sing, but it did not feel envious. “I can see and hear,” it thought; “the sun shines upon me, and the forest kisses me. How rich I am!”
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