in which the theory that I like the idea of Anthropologie better than the actual garments is confirmed

I was browsing through the Anthropologie holiday pages today when I decided that, out of context, an Anthro wardrobe might not be for me.
I know, I know, I have a love/hate thing going on with the place, but hear me out.




Sometimes the art direction is better than the individual products.
I don't even know what is being sold in this picture, and it doesn't matter. The vase? The pitcher? The key? Note to me: pick up some white gourds.



Again with the key and the gourd. Pretty blouse. Bust enhancing. Can't wear it. Can't wear it with white pants in the winter. She looks like she should be in a Cymbalta commercial.
(You'll have to look that up, I'm too lazy to find it.)



Would this dress be as interesting if I wasn't staring into space whilst holding an empty bird cage?



Forget frames and mats, I'm taping my botanicals to the walls from now on. She looks cold, don't you think? And she's wearing a sweater.



I thought I liked this blouse. I thought about buying it to wear during the holidays, but now that I've seen it here I've decided that it looks like a nightshirt.



Outdressed by a chair.



I like the bags, but I LOVE the burlap.
I need to talk to K about burlap for the bottom half of our dining room.
(Do you think it would look too Trading Spaces?)

In conclusion: I've just saved a fortune, but the pictures are pretty.