When I used to take the bus to work, one of the regulars was a little dumpling of a woman with an immovable hairdo. Once in a while she wore a sheer nylon scarf over her hair to anchor it down even further. It reminded me of shopping trips to Chicago as a kid when I used to see women wearing scarves just like that. I always wondered how something so light and filmy could hold up in the cold and windy weather.
The young daughter of a friend was very particular about her clothes – even at the age of six – and rejected many pretty dresses her mother picked out for her. Finally the little girl revealed that she was only willing to wear dresses with skirts that twirled. I thought it would be a fun story to write.