It's been that long since I discovered Cath Kidston, and naturally, I've been longing for a CK handbag of my own ever since.
But let me show you the letter that came in the mail a few days ago - it completely and utterly made the day of the this little Idahoan Anglophile.
An Etsy money order from England! I was quite wild over the stamp and Royal Mail inking. The little note was simply marvelous with it's British phrasing - I read it to anyone who would listen in my best British style - but the five pound note was sublime. I must sound ridiculous, but holding a fiver in my hand was like something out of a fairytale... and British currency is so much more beautiful than our dollar! Right then and there I decided to keep my fiver till I somehow get to Great Britain. I'll hand it over the counter in a Cath Kidston shop. It's now a dream:)
With my precious Cath notebooks
Back to the Cath Story:
Last week, after having the page open for several days, pondering on the propriety and sense of actually hitting the add to cart link, I did. That after-Christmas sale + the mini bird saddle bag was irresistible. Was I ever thrilled...
...Yesterday, I received an email "To advise you that unfortunately your order has not copied across onto our systems due to a technical issue." I was to call and replace my order.
Second thrill! I called the US Toll Free number three times till I caught them while they were open. I stayed up late (early, rather) last night working on things, and I called around three in the morning. A marvelous British voice answered... it was so unreal! Here was I, sitting in my dark and chilly tent (ran out of wood:) in North Idaho, in the still, wee sma's, talking to someone in England - sun up, people hurrying, going, talking, living. That very minute. I loved it!
I had to force myself not to lapse into a British accent myself, for fear of being rude, while we got the account straightened out... I gave the product number.
Silence. Then, "I'm so sorry, but that item is sold out."
I was silently plunged into the depths of despair. The kind girl comforted me with the advisement to be on the lookout for the new spring line... I thanked her, and hung up.
But happier thoughts came quickly, most prominently my Scottish side reminding me of my bank account, still intact...
One day, in just the right timing, I trust I will have a CK bag.
But for now, it just wasn't meant to be.
And you never know... something marvelous just might happen in result of this disappointment!