There aren't many objects in this world which you choose entirely based on your own personal preference. As much as we all like to think that we march to our tune - and I perhaps try to convince myself of this more than most - such hopefulness is never strictly true. We pick our clothes based on who exactly we are trying to impress. Kitchenware is designed to deflect attention from our mediocre standards of cooking. Musical taste may be subjective but nonetheless PJ & Duncan is stealthily hidden behind Muse's prominently-placed back-catalogue.
The same cannot be said for the showercap.
The showercap has no other practical purpose in life than to cover one's hair and to do so in solitary confinement. It must be waterproof but in terms of looks, anything goes. And most importantly, those looks are absolutely and entirely down to your own personal preference because, all things considered, the only person who's ever going to see it is you.
After all, if you're in the shower and wearing a showercap, then chances are you're probably alone. And if you're in the shower but not alone then I wouldn't recommend that you wear a showercap. (Go ahead, try it one day. Let me know how it goes).
Personally I have two, albeit on a theme (the theme being pink, of course): one is encrusted with magenta sequins and the other has "glam" embroidered on the side which is only somewhat ironic considering its unnecessarily wide brim gives it the distinct aura of a Dickensian mop-cap which - one might argue - is by its very nature not remotely glam. Nonetheless, both fill me with a sense of joy and help me through painful early starts. I personally think if I must be jolted from my dreams with the screech of an alarm clock, stub my toe on the edge of the bed, stumble across the darkened hall and step shivering (or sweating, depending on the season) into the bathroom, then catching sight of my bleary-eyed head covered with bright pink sequins makes the entire morning that much more bearable.
Face it: no matter how well turned-out you are on a regular basis, this is not the time to worry about sophistication. You can attempt glamour with your splashproof steel-grey designer headwear but if you're shaving your legs in the buff and your locks are covered by a wodge of plastic, you will never be able to cultivate that famously groomed image. Don't waste the opportunity! Why bring yourself down on a Monday morning with an ancient, torn piece of cellophane tat which you pinched from the Luton Travelodge? Why splash the cash on a Prada cap which will be admired by nobody but you and the cat?
Why not instead reveal your inner child with this youthful beauty? Especially recommended for accountants and lawyers who spend their working days encased in serious suits:
If you share my sense of humour, you'll laugh every morning when you catch sight of this hilarious offering. Warning: not for the early-morning intelligentsia:
Everyone loves a bit of shower-based warbling. If you've got the voice of a diva then frankly you need to look the part:
Always a winner for those of us who wake up with pillow creases on our foreheads and smears of mascara down our cheeks:
If you've got money to burn then why not check out these overpriced beauties. For more afforable, less glamorous but undeniably comical animal-themed hats you can try Shiny Shack. Normal shapes in a range of fabulous fabrics (including my sparkly one . . . but go on, show a little imagination) abound here or you can go straight for the specialists and visit The Shower Hat Company. And yes, gentlemen, you too can get in on the act; apparently leopard print is the way forward for hair-proud boys.
