Untamed. Unbothered. Becoming.

A sisterhood of wild women figuring out who TF we are... Whether you whisper it or shout it — you belong here.

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The Wildbush Women trucker hats — all five colorways

every volume welcome

every woman here is in a season

Which one is yours?

The Thaw

Starting to hear whispers of her own voice again.

“Dormant is not dead”

The Reclaiming

Kids grown. Calendar (mostly) hers (or aiming to be). Meeting herself again.

“Second bloom, better roots”

The Wild

No apologies. Growing in all directions.

“Bloom where you're planted? Absolutely not. Bloom where you damn well please.”

The Rooted

Awakened. Knows herself... nothing to prove, and here to share that joy with other women.

“Rooted and unbothered.”

And if you're here for a woman who'd never buy it for herself — that counts as sisterhood too.

The hats

Mikey bought four. Set the tone.

The Wildbush hat

$25

Watercolor botanicals. Soft art, sharp attitude.

The Landscaping edition

$27.50

The fake company. The real hat.

Tees & crop tops

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The Voice Drop

say it anyway — coming soon

the origin story

One typo. One fake landscaping company. One nephew down.

Wildbrush became Wildbush. Instead of fixing it, we made a logo. Jackson left the group chat. Then a retreat full of women claimed the name and never gave it back.

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Wondering if any of you are interested in joining my sister company, Wildbush landscaping

Thats a wild bush all right

Jackson Smith left the conversation.

…do we all need trucker hats?!

from the dispatch

Occasional dispatches. First dibs. Zero hustle-culture pep talks.

The blog is where the good stuff lands between hats — like Say It Anyway, a post about the sentence you’ve been rehearsing all week.

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