There is something about being out of place that sparks joy. I still remember the first time I ever saw a yarnbomb. I didn't quite know what to make of a tree wrapped in its own sweater in the middle of summer. I realized that the closest storefront was a knitting shop. To this day, I smile whenever I think of that quaint tree in San Luis Obispo.
Many years later, I heard that this type of graffiti is called yarnbombing. I spotted flyers at the local libraries asking for contributions. I submitted a few knitted pieces that wrapped a bike rack and a bollard. A knitter since childhood, I had recently learned to crochet. At the Rancho Penasquitos Library yarnbomb, I found the perfect spot for my very first granny squares - the gate to the trash area! If I could make a glimmer of joy in someone's dreary task, I had done my job!
|Bollard at Rancho Penasquitos Library|
|A Skeleton for Katie|
|Granny Goat Square|
|Recycled yarnbomb - the pink stripes originally hugged a bike rack at the Carmel Mountain library|
|Trash gate at the RP library|
|Submission to the Yarnbomber's Dreamer Project in Tucson, AZ (2017)|
|My daughter titled this creation "Hanging by a Thread"|
|My first Blue Ribbon at the San Diego County Fair, Del Mar, CA 2017|
|Yarnbombed rocks - someone said she liked the concept of showing the appearance of softness, but having inner strength and substance|
|Ruth Lake yarnbombs|
|My father's Crucianelli guitar, all broken and sad, inspired me to yarnbomb it and give it a proper shroud|