Nope. There was no Apple Picking Skirt. It was too chilly. But there were scraggly branches reaching up to the sky, limbs low and heavy with apples, giggly hiding girls, pumpkin soup in a metal thermos, brie cheese and sliced tomatoes, a cool breeze and warm sunshine, 5 cameras for 2 photographers, one snoring girl on the way home, and one crabby one. (that's ok. the rest more than makes up for it!) I'm not fretting over the skirt. I have a great opportunity to wear it this weekend!