Another rainy day in New York.
Another cheap, broken umbrella in the trash.
Time for a change.
Literally.
The white splatters on this brellie turn colorful once rained upon. Your own little magic trick.
Related Story of Shame: In the early 90s, "
Hypercolor" t-shirts were all the rage (well, for all of 3 months). I purchased a hot pink one to wear to my middle school orientation. I was
that cool.
The shirts, which were mostly some garish neon color would change hues based on temperature. Therefore, if someone patted your back, a large hand print would appear in a contrasting shade on your t-shirt. We thought this was totally rad. After all, it was the beginning of the 90s-we had nothing else to worry about. Along with prankish hand prints, certain areas would turn colors showcasing the pre-teen hormonal changes and perspiration. Like I said, totally rad.
I think this memory is causing my face to hypercolor.