OK, before we get on to tonight’s post proper, here’s a peek at a bit of the afghan WIP:-
When it’s done, I’ll buy y’all a drink to say thank you for your encouragement. And I probably won’t crochet any more afghans for a wee while… although some even crazier projects are in the mental pipeline.
Anyway, this is mostly a piece about yarn-bombing. Because as I’ve posted before, plans have been afoot to yarn-bomb the house. And I had a little reminder to get on with it the other day, when out wandering in the village with the toddler twinnage. Last year our village was beautifully yarn-bombed (no, not by me.) Road signs, bus stops, barriers – all were fair game. Sadly some of it has gone, but we came across this bit that I’d not noticed before:-
Pretty funky, no? Someone has a goodish stash of fetching yarn, and the inspiration to use it. So this was a prompt to get on with my own project – yarn-bombing the railings of the balcony half-way up our tower. The yarn has arrived. (Yes, I’m still having a bit of a rainbow moment.)
And unbeknownst to the stoic spouse, I’ve started knitting long strips that will be sewn in place around the railings of the balcony. First some red:-
Then some orange:-
Sadly, I then ran out of time. But I’m on my way. Photos to follow…. shortly before the neighbours sue me for lowering the tone of the neighbourhood.