I do want my raw nature with the elegance of warm weather, surrounding me underneath my paradise personal shade again, live that life which I myself created, which happens to fuel my CREATIVITY AND JOY.

SmilaZ parasol OBSESSION
the personal parasol that decorate your hot sunny paradise life, with its fine micro-cut bamboo craft of art showing off to your eyes, each time you open and when you close it, while it protects you from sunaging.  …like a drying rasin in the sunny life, leading to eventually having that leatherlook chest face and shoulders skin.

My parasols are a love of mine. It’s a metaphor saying slow down amd stroll through life, it says be cool, be calm, be ZEN.
It makes you look calm, even divine. Try if you don’t believe me.
It’s the reactions of the people passing your way, whose eyes and faces say it all, as you walk underneath its splender, watching peoples reactions from behind your dark sunglasses.

I first met the bamboo Parasol in 2008,when Natalie had brought one of paper with her. I immediately wanted to enherrit it.

Many people had complimented enough that summer for her to bring 100pc. of nylon with her the following summer, and as she one day unfolded a few different colors I chose a pink one with blue lines, looking almost retro, with the feeling that if I would ever buy such a thing, it would be because I intend to use it, which I did, because I had good enough feelin’ reasons; first it was very boiling burning hot, 2nd to avoid sunscreens, and third but not last because now all those Germans in my village, making me feel like a jew in 2nd world war, now that they didn’t want to see me, now I’d have them really noticing me, with a parasol “in their face”.
It made me feel courageous and  rebellious, it gave me a laugh inside and some strength when I needed it.

A month’s time went by living this what now felt like a real parasol-habit, and then I forgot it at a friend’s place as we were leaving in the evening. So the next day at noon, after a month of constant Parasol, I now had to go out without it, and the moment I stepped out into the sunlight I felt as if it almost hit me and it was so much more hot that I remembered. The Parasol is the greatest habit.

As the time went in a bit further I realised that it was not some coincidental phase but that most of all people kept on reacting with their faces slightly changing into a innocent kind of pleasing surprise reaction, which so ironically made the cruel world look so innocent and sweet.
I told myself that maybe it’s trying to remind me that the innocent and sweet exists somewhere in everyone.
It felt uplifting either way anyway.
It felt like it made my heart smile and it made me feel more hopeful, more optimistic. And suddenly I realised that since I love my own Parasol so much, and start wishing to have many different ones, and make some in my own style and taste, then I just knew this is what I have to turn into a business of some kind, and the idea felt like a gift from above.

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Of ally ideas I got deepest and furthest with this one. I was like in a parasol world, as if obsessed. It is somehow so very me.