Late afternoon sun
Perfuming a slight warm breeze
Lavender grows here
By Princess Rosebud
I’ve always loved paper cocktail umbrellas.
Exotic and topical in vibrant pink and lime green and turquoise and orange, serving no real purpose other than adorning a beverage, but they make everything seem a little more glamorous, a little more special.
Edit: A huge thank you to Sunshine and Celadines sunshineandcelandines.wordpress.com for the use of the word tropical to describe these little twirly parasols; my brain failed me!
When I was a little girl, my mom would always bring home the colorful little parasols whenever she and my dad went out in the evening.
They shaded Barbie from the summer sun or became part of a beach scene in my dollhouse.
I saved them all until the paper tore or the toothpicks broke.
I have fond memories of my first pretend cocktail, the delicious Shirley Temple, adorned with an alluring paper parasol and a maraschino cherry.
Twenty years ago, I was my own wedding coordinator.
I bought a package of five hundred paper cocktail umbrellas that’ll probably last forever.
You can be sure that if you visit Casa de Enchanted Seashells, your cocktail will be embellished with one!
Mermaids and a clown…
Some of my crazy scenes captured by a camera.
I confess that I spent way too much of the day arranging these umbrellas in all kinds of poses for a photo shoot.
WAY too much time but SO much fun.
Mermaid holding parasol
History of the cocktail umbrella:
The cocktail umbrella is believed to have arrived on the bar scene as early as 1932 courtesy of Victor Bergeron of Trader Vic‘s in San Francisco although it is, by Vic’s own admission, a presentation picked up from Don the Beachcomber (now closed). Upon introduction, umbrellas were considered very exotic as were most things from the Pacific Rim. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
A miracle occurred and at the very last minute, my tugboat man has been released from his assignment and is on the long journey home. Because of the great distance he must travel, it takes two days but he’ll be arriving on Friday, which means another drive to the airport at midnight. It’s an unexpected joy, and in honor of this great occasion, I have written a poem based very loosely on “Twas The Night Before Christmas“. It won’t win any prizes, that’s for sure!