Mein Hut, der hat drei Ecken,
Drei Ecken hat mein Hut.
Und hätt' er nicht drei Ecken,
So wär's auch nicht mein Hut.

That catchy little tune which so elequently demonstrates many cases, and is the title of my brother's oft neglected blog, also describes the fine fine hat I'm wearing. I'm going to start a revolution. I'm going to bring back the tricorn! Or maybe I'll just look like a dork. But mine isn't as silly as my friend Heidi's. One has to love the fur on that. Mine fits, unlike the last picture, where it came down over my ears. Maybe I'll get a new picture of it all finished and shrunk. It's getting a red ostrich plume eventually. And I might just stich on a bit of black braid on the edging. I think that will give it's pale grey self some more flair.