All My Plants Are Dead
The flagship confession. Worn by people who mean it.
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- Crewneck
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- Ring-Spun Tee
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- Tank
- Mug
A Society of Distinguished Plant Fathers
And yet — we persist. Every spring, against all available evidence.
Every design we make
Sorted by design, the way you actually shop for it.
The flagship confession. Worn by people who mean it.
Said with authority. Backed by no evidence.
Confidence disproportionate to horticultural ability.
Self-nominated. Unopposed. Uncontested for four years running.
Peak optimism. Recorded annually in March. Rarely survives to July.
Limited by design. Unexplained by anyone.
The founding crest. Est. 2020.
Seasonal. Deeply unserious.
For the one relative whose plants inexplicably thrive.
Fall. Leaf drop. Not your fault this time.
Field equipment for the chronically hopeful.
A collaboration. Filed under: miscellaneous.
By type
Every design, sorted by what it is printed on.
Buying for someone else
He does not need another plant.
The instinct is to buy him a plant. Resist it. He already has more plants than surfaces, he has a specific opinion about where eac…
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Read →You know the desk. There are six plants on it, one of them is climbing the monitor arm, and there was a whole thing in March when …
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Read →Birthdays are the one occasion with no seasonal constraint, which means you can pick on personality rather than on weather. That m…
Read →Two people who already own forty plants have had a baby. They do not need another plant, they need sleep, and you need a gift that…
Read →Article I
Membership requires only that you have loved a plant, and that the plant is no longer with us.
Established in 2020, @Plant_Fathers is a community of distinguished and proud plant fathers from all walks of life — united less by horticultural competence than by the shared experience of having tried.
We overwater. We underwater. We move the fiddle-leaf fig eighteen inches and mourn it for a season. We buy grow lights in January and forget them by March. We are, collectively, responsible for a great deal of compost.
This is merchandise for that. Worn honestly, by people who mean it.
The Register
A partial record. Submitted by members. Grief-adjacent, but mostly funny.