My granny lived in her bonnet during the summer. If it wasn't on her head, it was hanging around her neck, ready to go at a moments notice. Occasionally she would put bonnets on all of us girls and send us out to play. West Texas summers were brutal while I was growing up.
My granny's bonnet. Recently found while unpacking my mom from her move.
A sweat little button bonnet found in an antique mall for $2. I think this must be sized for a child because my fat head certainly doesn't fit and for sure not with my hair in a bun.
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