"In an old house in Paris
That was covered in vines.
Lived twelve little girls
In two straight line.
They left the house at half-past nine
In two straight lines, in rain or shine.
The smallest one was Madeline."
So begins Madeline and the Bad Hat. And it keeps coming to mind as I look at knitting patterns lately.
There's a bad hat. Or is it a cute hat being attacked by multi-colored fur? Hard to say.
Whether embellished with a ribbon or flower, it's still a bad hat.
With flowers and feathers, it still doesn't fit on a human head.
Good hat for an infant. Bad hat for everyone else.
Bad hat but excellent for dusting.
Something is not right!