
Pretty Little Parasol

With your delicate beaded detail

It's your fragility and imperfection that especially delights my heart!
Your dearness makes my world a magical place and I salute you for that.
You were hanging in my friends studio (off to one side) still, how could I not notice you and sing your praise?
When you were consequently sent home with me, I felt those happy kind of tears well up inside, as kindness has that special sort of power over me!
How fortunate am I, dear little parasol...
To have you.
xox
Constance