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.