In my new draft, there is a scene in which my protagonist gets a little tipsy and pulls her bonnet off. She just gets tired of wearing it, of not being able to see clearly the hulking handsome man sitting next to her in the open carriage. How did a genteel, well-brought up young lady come to get tipsy in the first place in the middle of the day? And what happens when her inhibitions comes crashing down? The good news is, she keeps her well-honed manners. And has a little fun in the bargain…
But this scene made me think of Regency bonnets, of how pretty they are. Of course, there are brilliant people making them even today. Here are a few pictures I found of these little tidbits from the past. I am very relieved that I do not have to wear one of these when I step out into the sun, but they are lovely.
