This might be the worst day of my life

For those of you who have never had the privilege of viewing my umbrella, I am truly sorry, for it is a masterpiece of an accessory. It is red, and has off-white polka dots all over it. Around the edge there is an off-white ruffle which has red polka dots on it. This umbrella is quite possibly my most prized possession. I didn't have a picture of it, and this picture is close, but does not quite capture the magic of the real deal.

When some people look outside and see rain, they see a day full of wet feet, hair gone curly or otherwise ruined, worms on the sidewalk, and other such unpleasantness. But not this girl. I rejoice in the fact that I get to use my wondrous umbrella.

But today, my friends, that joy was taken from me. My umbrella has broken. One of the ribs on the inside has snapped, and perhaps it can be repaired, but not by me. It needs the touch of the master's hand. If I only knew who the master of this particular umbrella was, I would rush it to his or her workshop post haste and beg for it to be made whole again.

Were it possible, I would purchase another one, but I bought it over a year ago at Campus Craft and Floral (which really has such fantastic umbrellas, this one of course being the crowning creation) and it is now gone. Maybe the internet can sell me one similar or the same. Please tell me if you know of any online umbrella vendors that vend such fabulous items.

But for now I mourn the loss of my sweet friend. We even match today, I'm in a blue polka dotted shirt. We had a lovely morning walking through campus. But I'm afraid the rest of this day will be dismal, as if I were carrying a plain black umbrella like way too many people were today.

Please keep me in your thoughts.