To cut a long story short
It wasn’t my heart I lost in San Francisco, it was my head. I was only there to pick up a few samples, but I was so taken by all that vintage and handmade boho chic and psychedelia that I quite lost the plot. Or maybe it was their incense that got to me. Whatever it was, I was off my guard and that little hippie-retro co-operative just off Haight Street turned out to be just a bit more commercially.... aware... shall we say, than I expected them to be. My naivety, my problem, I guess. And I got a good deal in the end, so I’m not complaining.
Anyhow, instead of a few extra skirts and shirts in my luggage, I ended up with a rather sizable shipment (and a bit of a headache, if I’m honest). It’s arriving at Heathrow tomorrow apparently. I didn’t have a clue what was supposed to happen next, so I Googled ‘customs clearance’ to see if there was anything helpful out there. And what do you know, there was. So now Customs Clearance Ltd are looking after me and my new hippie gear, clearing it and getting it delivered to the shop for me, so I don’t have to close up for half a day and hang around at the airport. And that’s another good deal, I guess.
15th Oct 2009
