She spent last weekend grooving and partying at Coachella, where temperatures soared above 90 degrees.”U would fit right in!” she texted from a VIP tent. “I keep seeing girls w/ parasols!”
As a general rule, I don’t do punishing rays.Whether it’s SPF 85 (courtesy of Neutrogena), a table in the shade, or a pretty paper umbrella, I seize every opportunity to shield my skin from the sun.
I’ve long been a fan of the parasol as both an accessory and a protective tool.
Sure, they can be tricky on crowded thoroughfares like, say, Third Street Promenade. And it’s nearly impossibly to hold hands with a taller person while carrying one.But if you ask me, parasols are worth the effort.
Chic. Sassy. And way cheaper than Botox!