Last year, one of my church colleagues had a cancer fund-raiser. It was a girls' night out and as part of it she auctioned off some specially chosen fashion catastrophes. One of them was this hat, crocheted out of plastic bags. I kid you not.
Could I resist something like that? It's a piece of artistic and creative history. Even though I knew it wouldn't fit me I bid for it and won it, thinking that it had a sensible wide brim and one day Little Bear might get some use out of it (if nothing else was available at the time). Little Bear loved it and surprisingly, it's not a bad fit already.
What I hadn't counted on was that Dragon also loved it at first sight and I had to fend off an impending cousinly war over the hat. Believe it or not that is Dragon in the next photo. Wouldn't he have made a gorgeous girl? (Don't tell his father I said that!)
To prevent the war of the hats breaking out in the rumpus room, I quickly found another hat for Little Bear. She just likes hats and it doesn't really matter whose hat, what shape or what colour. It doesn't even matter much that you can't see when you wear it.
Lastly, Lion had to get in on the act and found a baseball cap to wear.
You just have to wonder what the competition will be like when these three become fashion conscious teenagers. I can hardly wait.
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