Growing up, I loved Ludwig Bemelmans' "Madeline." I loved how neat and tidy Miss Clavel always tried to keep the girls, and how little Madeline always seemed to mess it up. I loved the "old house in Paris, that was covered in vines." But most of all, I loved the way those twelve girls dressed in their "two straight lines." Perhaps my fascination with their matching yellow capes and hats represents my early eye for fashion, or perhaps I just wanted to be a part of Madeline's world and her Parisian adventures.