You know, I’ve never heard that Umbrella-ella song everyone hates? I don’t know how I’ve avoided it; I assume it’s a great stroke of luck. Pretty cool, huh?
ANYWAY. I think I am cultivating the beginnings of an obsession.
I suddenly have… many umbrellas. And you know obsession because you own several of the item in question, one being a ‘good’ one you seldom use, and others to fit certain moods, and others just because.
I just bought a massive clear dome one. It’s just fantastic. Not only can you see through this bad boy, but its large dome covers both backpack and me to mid-torso.
I also have a blue ikea one, for when I need the cheerful. Full size with a blond wooden handle.
A grey, mean, skinny one, again full size. It’s ever so miserly- and adult-looking.
A black travel one, of course. Compact yet sturdy, we bought it for $30 in Sydney at the NIN 05 trip, when it started to drizzle. We emerged from the shop, it had stopped drizzling, and didn’t rain again for the whole trip. Handy, though.
A dodgy, collapsible half-broken one I might chuck out.
A sturdy black, full-size Marie Clare one, tough as, which has holes in it (from a wayward zipping incident, I think) which I SHOULD throw out… said sturdiness notwithstanding.
A parasol… does that count? A lovely tacky bright red one, with light blue details and gaudy Asian-esque art.
And then there’s the Umbrella of Happiness.
I met her at Apollo Bay, and then she was gone. Black, interestingly-shaped to a pleasing teardrop-top, with ALL the frills in the world. It’s from the Boston Umbrella Company and it has delightfully foppish instructions (one of which is something along the lines of: ‘Use in sunshine or a light shower. Do not take outside in heavy storms, nor yourself’). For the whole week we were there, I wondered who bought it. It was $50, hence my initial hesitation, but it was all I could think about. Turns out, my mother, who had refused to spot me the cash or buy it for Christmas ($50 for a umbrella = shenanigans, she believes) had put it aside and later bought it for my brother, who gave it to me for Christmas. When I opened it up, I even got teary from excitement. I though it was out of my life forever, but now it was in my hands.
Sick, inexplicable and excessively nerdy, I know. So that’s my burgeoning Umbrella Thing.
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