I remember once having forgotten a beautiful old fabric umbrella with a wood carved handle - inherited from my grandmother - at a cafe in Berlin, which was not very frequented that time of day and coming back five minutes later, but the umbrella was gone. I still believe the waitress took it. I never went back to that café again.
Anyway, on a recent tour through my trusted thrift shops here in Houston, I came upon a new, yet soberly black specimen and thought I will give it a new home. And I also found a few old vinyls with swing music. What a catch. Listening to Swing music while it rains outside... autumn can come, I am prepared.
records and umbrella: Blue Bird Circle Thrift Shop