Shabby Apple

There are two clothing stores I follow religiously, and wait for their Fall/Winter/whenever lines to come out. One is Anthropologie--I know it's a juggernaut, but I can't help it, it's like they've tapped a line into my psyche or something.

The other is Shabby Apple. It's an internet-only shop (boosted with trunk shows), and they are dedicated to dresses that fit right in many senses: no straps that seemed designed to fall off, no need to buy some sort of miracle bra to boost and yet not show, and that are stylish, feminine and sexy without being self-conscious-making.

They're having a contest of sorts--asking devoted shoppers to put together an Anthropologie-esque vignette. And so:

Misselthwaite

Mary Lennox, all grown up, does occasionally have to leave the Secret Garden...to visit Dickon's mum, to measure for lighter, more cheerful drapes, to do a little shopping. She is, after all, the classy Lady of the House now.

She has learned, though, the value of color and play, and has never lost her imagination. Purple shoes will brighten up any misty moor.

And a bit of gold on the bag will help sparkle out any hidden keys....