I love the concept of yarn bombing. To drop off a knitted piece in a public, unexpected way satisfies me in a happy-sort-of way. Thus, I recently yarn bombed my local public library.
This is my second yarn bomb. The first was last year in Paris. I promise it won’t be my last either!
There are only three statues in my little town. There’s this bonafide sculpture at the library, there’s a sort-of generic statue of Jesus at the local Catholic church, and there’s an altogether generic statue of a gentleman cowboy in my grocery store. If you’re wondering about the meaning or intention of the cowboy in the grocery store, you are not alone. I don’t get it and wouldn’t have noticed him except that he’s yarn bomb-able!
Back to the sculpture at the library. There are hands coming up from a little fountain on water toward a book overflowing with knowledge. I’ve been wanting to make that hand a mitten for over a year. I finished the first oversized mitten last year, but it didn’t fit. Not even close. So, I made a second gigantic mitten and finished it about a month ago.
My kids at first thought it was a hat, and oh, you should have seen the wonky eyes they gave me as they plopped it on their heads — as if to tell me I’d lost my mind, making such a “hat.” When I told them it looked a little Marge Simpson-ish, they didn’t get the reference.