Another post whilst the monster rainbow stained glass window afghan continues to grow so big that it threatens to engulf the house and several neighbouring properties too, causing untold environmental alteration and aesthetic weirdness. I can’t quite help being quite excited about the progress of this enormous project, but I don’t want to reduce its impact by showing you photo updates every hour.
Actually that’s a lie: that’s exactly what I want to do.
So meanwhile, you’ve all persuaded me through your comments on my recent post, that I should act. Yarn-bombing the house was a crazy idea. So I’m going to do it. The yarn has been ordered. The Stoic Spouse accidentally came across that particular post, so he knows about the impending craziness. The good news is that he didn’t divorce me on the spot. The bad news is that he probably didn’t take the idea seriously enough to bother divorcing me on the spot. But really, he should know me better than that by now. It’s a crazy, creative, OTT idea. Therefore I will do it. The yarn will arrive on Saturday. Dontcha just love Deramores?
And I’ve just been mooching about on Facebook. A friend has posted this:-
Ignore the hat. Isn’t the coat amazing? It’s here, if you have a spare £3112, which sounds like not much money for the amount of work it must have taken to create, although obviously a completely insane amount of money per se, and about a hundred times as much as I’d normally spend on a garment of clothing. It’s billed as knitted, but the housey bits look crocheted, don’t they? I want to make one so much. (See earlier comments about crazy+creative=I’mgoingtodoit.) Look at those little balconies! They’d make perfect little pockets for bits of the twinnage’s Lego and the odd snotty tissue and rice cake… which would maybe detract from the whole wonderful designer effect, but this is what happens when haute couture meets snotty toddlerdom.
Here’s another photo:-
OK, I don’t like the silly fluffy bits. I don’t like the hat. I don’t like the fact that the arms are baggy – give me tight and slim instead. But the housey stuff down the bottom is just so perfect. I wonder if there’s a pattern? If not, I might have to improvise. So many projects, so little time…. But I’ll get there.
Meanwhile, back to the monster afghan.