Her artist's beret provides the inspiration she needs until one day a gust of wind blows it away. While trying to find a replacement hat, Bridget comes to the conclusion her creativity is blocked and she will never do art again. After some crayon throwing and refreshing screaming, Bridget sulks. No one can get her out of her funk until her little sister asks her to make a poster for her lemonade stand. Bridget agrees as long as there is no drawing - just a sign. Does a beret make all the difference after all? Ivy really related to this book. She was floored that someone could love art as much as that.
