'A rose by any other name is still a rose'...and an umbrella by any other name is still an umbrella. I've always been captivated by umbrellas. Silly, I know...but there you have it. I love the names they are called. Parasol, that one evokes strolls along the Champs Elysees in Paris. Gigi sitting in her carriage gazing at all the lovely sights. Thank Heaven For Little Girls and Parasols!
Or how about a Gamp? I've read that's a name used in Great Britain taken from a character in a Charles Dickens novel. My perfect vision of a Brit with an umbrella is Mary Poppins! How lovely it would have been to have her as a nanny! Grab hold of her hand as she opens her umbrella and float amongst the tree tops!
Or a poised and pretty Geisha, twirling her parasol over her shoulder as she gracefully takes her tiny steps. Perhaps she's heading to a tea house for a lovely tea ceremony. Would it be to entertain her fierce Samurai? Planning the light and lyrical notes she might play on her shamisen. Oh the imagery of it all.
Then there's the American name I remember my Grams using. A Bumpershoot. I don't know how many people still use that word but I've always thought it made an umbrella sound sturdier and ready to fight the fiercest of downpours.
Potato/Potahto...Tomato/Tomahto....call it what you will I love umbrellas in all their shapes, colors and sizes! Well then, I did tell you how I love rain, now didn't I?