Thursday, September 30, 2010
Blammo
Tonight a dozen or so local knitters, crocheters, and allies, aged 20 to 70, covered a downtown park in yarn.
I made this wrap for one of the pillars that holds up the bandstand. 64 inches long.
The shiny reddish purple crochet pelt is also my creation. Trust me, you're glad it's out of focus.
Some of the donated material was absolutely gorgeous. Look, this lamp cozy has cables! Cables!
My student Kate made a tree scarf. The woman in the background watched us for several minutes with her car door open, asking questions and preventing other cars from getting in that parking space.
The Sensible Seamstress sent this piece all the way from Kansas City, where even the crocheted trees are up to date.
Sewing the pieces on was a little like lacing a corset. What was stunning was watching these flat strips and squares conform to the shape of the environment, transforming that shape with color and texture.
Poles of all kinds disappeared underneath big crochet and knit stitches. Bare metal started to look barren in comparison.
Maybe next year we can cover the caboose.
After a while, even my seaming started to look like part of the art.
Donations from different crafters created fortuitous juxtapositions of color, shape, and texture.
Ariel M got so into it. I think she might go yarn bombing on her own next weekend.
She made this beautiful, welcoming armrest cover. Isn't it the perfect accompaniment to a set-a-spell by the fountain?
We worked through sunset and into the gathering darkness.
Soon you couldn't even see the green fringed skirt you just sewed on a lamppost.
A woman showed up about 75 minutes into the event with this enormous afghan, the perfect size for wrapping around an entire bench.
Just as we were tying off the last stitches, the piece de resistance rolled up: a crochet covered motorcycle. Wait 'till the ArtsFest attendees get a load of this.
Those who stayed to the very end. Yarn bombers forever!
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2 comments:
Awesome! Thanks for all the pictures.
And this all happened while I was drinking margaritas and listening to karaoke at La Huerta... :)
Beautiful, beautiful work!
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