I am the type to send luxuriant, magnificent packages through the post when the moment takes me. At least I used to be. The recent post 9/II postal restrictions have put paid to all that though, and so I now officially, today, on this blog post give up.
It’s just that I love to share the wealth sometimes (and you know what wealth of vintage beauty I have come across all these years in Japan). I used to really enjoy wrapping up bottles in bubble wrap and beautiful paper and sending them off, imagining the looks on people’s faces when they opened them. Now, though, they always come back from the post office unsent, probably opened and sniffed about by dogs, of the literal or the human variety, and all my anticipation comes to nothing.
Strangely, though, samples do seem to come through here, from America and the UK and other places (usually from some of you wonderful people); labelled, usually as something else, which I have of course tried myself (this time it was ‘book, soap and incense samples’ he lied even though it was in fact all boxed parfums) but hell no: it had to come back.
I suppose in a way, all this security strictness does at least mean that inflammable horrors aimed at hurting people are less likely to find their target (are there really many such things flying their way across the world though?) but even so, it does feel like the end of an era to me.
Do any of you know any tricks around this? Or is it just no more post package joy for my friends and loved ones?