You could not make it up. Life goes on surprising me, pouncing from unexpected angles and catching me unawares.
So I was pondering on what the heck to to with my hair until it grows long enough to tie back.
And I though about zandanas I used to have back in the day — around 2010. Maybe . . . I thought.
So I looked online to see what's happening in zandana-world nowadays.
And they have these chef's caps.
And butcher's hats.
Also in black.
Or even pink.
Now, in the UK, Amish = Seriously Weird. Nobody, anywhere, wears a prayer kapp. Even my auto-correct wants to alter "kapp" to "app". Even the women who live in Plain-Dressing intentional communities have fiddled about with their headgear to make it look more like a regular scarf.
And yet, here we are — men wearing what is as near as dammit an Amish prayer kapp, and friends, that's just fine! Nobody turns a hair.
I don't know about prayer kapps being weird, I think that's weird. Not that the men have those hats, I mean, but that if you call them a durag/butcher's hat/biker's bandana/chemo hat, it's all perfectly acceptable, but you say it's a prayer kapp and everyone draws back a little and makes their witty little jokes and quips about you.
I don't think I'll ever understand the human race.