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The power of a parasol - Telegraph
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The power of a parasol
Insecure and self-conscious, Julia Hoban found that dressing dowdily was the faultless way to deviate consideration. Then she met her umbrella-maker…
'But it's what you needed,' John replied. 'You ambitioned to fade. There's no point in even trying. A female with a parasol ambition forever stand out. It's useless to attempt and conceal. You might as well embrace that fact.'
(c) 2010 by Julia Hoban.
People did stare - admiringly. People did comment - flatteringly.
And so I learnt early on not to call attention to myself. The best thing was to keep my head down, mixture in. Speak lightly. Dress drably. Brown and grey were my preferred colours, nevertheless in fact I loathed them. But this was a minor irritation. My mode of being intimidated no one and fascinated no placard. And if I lived a shadowy half-life subsistence, well, we all have our burdens.
I still muse about him, and I miss him. Is he even living? As much as I miss him, there is someone poetic approximately the path he disappeared from my life, genie-like, in a puff of cloud. For John was more than an artiste and a craftsman; he was a magician, who divined the accurate healing balm my conscience required. A man who, in fact,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], gave me exactly what I needed.
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John made numerous parasols for me over the next few years, every one more vibrant-hued than the last. And I think it was a proud daytime for both of us when he rejected one of my fabric alternatives as being too savage. Then one day I arrived by the store to detect it closed: a sign in the window alleged that the shop and neighboring properties had been taken over at a hostel shackle. I trailed down the owner and some of the other employees, but naught of us was ever capable to detect John.
Indeed they did. Although the shop was grimy and worn, the workroom into which I was ushered was immaculate. Rolls of fabric were lined up in an explosion of colour. Arcane instruments of the umbrella-maker's art hung from the ceiling. The walls were decorated with pictures of Charlie Chaplin, for whom the umbrella-maker, John, had made wading sticks.
For as long as I can remember I have not fitted in. I was a solitary baby. A loner throughout my school years, though not by choice. Slow to arrest on to the new trend alternatively topic, I smiled too long and too loudly at my own jokes,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and too late at the witticisms of others. I was talked about endlessly by my peers,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but not contained in anybody conversation. Attempts to be chapter of the group, anyone group, met with ignominious failure. Picture a wildflower in a field of roses and you get the motif.
BY Julia Hoban |05 March 2010
'But human will gaze,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!' I spluttered. 'They'll remark!'
Entreaty was useless. The parasol had been made and the parasol was mine. Only a woman of supreme trust, a woman resolved to stand out, would carry such one accompanying. Could I in fact be such a woman? Was it possible after all these years? I unfurled it and took a few experimental treads appearance.

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