If Miss Haversham had ditched the guy who broke her mind and heart and moved on to become a stylist for London's eccentric and insanely wealthy set, she very well could have been the lady behind John Derian. Walk into his stores and you're in a land of pretty, decoupage, textiles, and cozy grandness.
While I never really shop very much and could never convince myself to be ok with such high knick knack prices (though his soon to be line at Target might be another story) these shops are wonderful places just to wander and take in. The white Astier de Villatte terracotta, delightful Hugo Guinness paintings, the whimsical paper mache figurines by Julie Arkell, and the exquisite quilts from all over the world will make you weep for the economy and the likely fact that none of us will be able to afford little luxuries like these again.
I feel like I understand Holly Golightly when she said in Breakfast at Tiffany's “Well, when I get it (sad) the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then – then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!” and I bet she'd upgrade to John Derian if it had been around back then to calm aesthetic loving women.