
Well I told you I went into Liverpool and promised a run down of my little trip into Kidston Land. It wasn't quite what I expected, especially after reading other peoples accounts but I thought it only fair that I gave you a truthful account of what I experienced on my visit.
The shops is situated down a sidestreet; a lovely spot with big leafy trees and I thought the shop front was very pretty to look at from the outside. I especially liked the baby blue plant pots and the red door.
As you walk through the door there is a big glass display to your right filled with droolables. Check out the front window!
I could hardly wait to get inside!
I walked through the door and a smiling shop assistent called hello and my MIL shamed me up by saying, "Its not me who is obsessed- its her!" Er, thanks MIL!
So I browsed and hummmed and ahhed while the MIL also browsed, occasionally taking sharp intakes of breath when she looked at the prices. I must admit that place is expensive.
There is a gorgeous red shooting star bag currently in the sale (£18) which I dithered over for a long time; in fact I still dithered over it until..... Well, I'll explain later .
This is what I did buy...

I bought a pin tin. The new version was not yet stocked and this was the last one of the old version that I could find. There were also no Button tins left in stock and several other items I asked about were out of stock :-(
I took two samples of wallpaper and did ask for a sample of the top one with the blue background but yep, you guessed it, none in stock. :-( I was, however, pleased I asked for the samples (I wanted to wallpaper one wall in one of my bedrooms) as I now prefer the bottom Chintz design rather than the bigger rose.
Love this design so bought a keyring and also two packets of tissues.


And this.....
Which unwrapped looks like this
Oilcloth for a future project I have in mind.
In fact I'm rather unhappy about this oilcloth and now I'll explain why. I asked for 1/2 metre and the friendly shop assistent opened out the cloth to cut it and found that there was only a short piece left on the roll. My MIL who used to work in a fabric shop piped up, "Oh there's less than a metre so that'll be classed as a remnant won't it?"
She was ignored.
The shop assistent measured the piece left over and looking at me said, "68 cms. So there's enough for you."
MIL pipes up again, "Surely you aren't going to cut the left over piece off are you?"
The assistent explained that if it was up to her she'd give me the piece but as it was over 10cm she had to cut it off and charge for it. Anyhow, she made a cut with the scissors and then ripped the rest through. I thought she'd gone a bit jagged with the tear but didn't look at the fabric as she wrapped it up. To be honest I was rather surprised that its Cath Kidstons policy to squeeze money from the last few inches of the roll. As my MIL said later, she'd never been in a shop selling fabric that had ever done this before. Maybe it was this element of stingy-ness that stopped me from buying the red shooting star bag? It doesn't look good for a shop to do this.
Anyhow, when I got the oilcloth home and looked at it I wasn't pleased to see that as its the policy to rip the cloth instead of cutting it both ends of the cloth is cut askew and its going to take some fiddling/cutting to get the pattern straight. Oh, and one side measures 52cm wide and the other 57, more to fiddle with I suppose but I really am disappointed that the cloth wasn't cut straight in the first place.
So all in all I'd give my CK visit 4/10. Maybe it was the time I visited but there were lots of items out of stock, not all the autumn items had arrive (although it states on the window they had), I was surprised that they cut off the last few inches from that roll end (in a desperate attempt to make a last £1) and my 1/2 metre of oilcloth is badly ripped at both ends. Its too far for me to take it back as well :-(
I still do like some of the Cath Kidston's designs and will make a few purchases in future but after this experience I've sort of taken a step back from being obsessed (as the MIL kindly put it).