Whirligig Bucket Hat

The eye never quite settles here, and that is the pleasure. Stripes climb in rounds from the crown of this bucket hat, lilac, olive, pink, orange, teal, each band its own width, like the rings of a tree drawn by a child with every crayon in the box. Nothing lines up, and nothing needs to. The short brim turns down soft and ends on a cream and lime edge. It folds into a bag and comes out ready. Keep everything else plain and let the hat lead. Crocheted by hand, round after round, the stripes spiral up with a gentle irregularity.