Shabby Apple: Sheepies & Secrets

Hebrew Reachel translates baby lamb "ewe."  And I love me some lambs, regardless of whether or not petting them at the State Fair caused me to break out into lamb lice.  

In any case, I consider Shabby Apple's Sheep Meadow frock  aptly named. I love it like my own bottle-fed lambkin.  If the pictures don't tell story enough for you, let me elaborate in letters: 

1.  Sleeves:  Even though I have a sweater collection fit for every imaginable scenario, Satan's hot windy breath has already reached Arizona's borders.  I extol the flexibility to remove my cardi thereby circumventing unnecessary visits to my dry cleaner.

2.  Color: Green, love child of blue and yellow, obediently compliments its parents, while flaring fiery contrasted romances with red, magenta, and orange. 

3.  Pattern:  Stripes, nautically charismatic in their own right, and a naturally blending secondary pattern for florals and other fussier breeds.

4. Waist:  The a-line skirt flaring from a defined empire waist defines my figure while shrouding 12 week old Baby Billie.  I was curiously tempted to see how far into my second trimester I could selfishly cloister my favorite secret, using only the magic of fashion.  But proud Monsieur Bagley's secret keeper is about to rupture.  He's only been waiting six years to sire a flock.