I remember my grandmother wearing her rain bonnet at the first sign of mist, and here in the Pacific Northwest, that was most every day.
She'd dash from the car to church or into the grocery store, preserving her fluffy wings of gray-white hair beneath that plastic sheath, secured by the tie under the chin. Always looked so prepared, I thought. Even if it was the perfect granny-look.
Well, my new winter jacket doesn't have a hood. I need a hood. I have that fine sort of hair that wilts in rain - this dribbling, splattering, constant of March hereabouts. I am hopeless with an umbrella, given I'm always carrying thirteen other things.
It occurred to me, what I really want is my grandmother's rain bonnet.
I asked clerks in three different stores, and received funny looks. The next time, I pretended I wasn't buying the rain bonnet for myself - I was so embarrassed. But finally I found one, at a beauty supply place. They know the needs of hair.
Now I just have to brave looking a bit silly.
Write about the rain bonnet. Do you recall this fashion item? What does it make you think of?