I guess it wasn't meant to be...

Three years.

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!

I wonder.