in my secret garden I had a special place
where cicadas were for catching and butterflies
to chase
where grass smelt all the sweeter
after it was mown
and my friend the honeyeater
shared my home sweet home

in my secret garden I cherished the embrace
of winter sunshine's welcome fall of warmth
upon my face
of spring's a-blossom in my glade
of autumn's fall of lee
and in summer I did always shade
underneath the apple tree

Underneath the apple tree is a special place where pretty little clothes are found, and where attention to detail displaces mass production.

From a special time when we were little ourselves, and when charm mattered more than glitz.

From a special outlook now so rare to find, where the simple love of sewing is the inspiration.

My ‘mission statement’ is simple – I want to give little girls something pretty that they will simply want to wear. Remember those days?