I was standing on the Bart platform at 10.30 waiting for the train to come so I could yarnbomb it. The night was balmy and dark , everything looked vivid , bright and shiny. I was in that jittery , hyper acute state I get in before I yarnbomb . This is state I treasure and also dread. I had knit a slipcover for a Bart seat for International Yarnbombing Day.
I had been riding the Bart train to no where a lot lately , measuring the seats repeatedly , making little drawings, taking pictures , draping bits of knitting here and there . A knitted cover for a Bart seat had seemed like a brilliant idea 4 weeks ago-such a witty comment on the collapsing state of the Bart seats . How hard could it be ?
I had been knitting furiously all day and all month . I had knit relentlessly all through our vacation much to my partners surprise . I had knit all the pieces when I noticed they were all curling up into little snails . Knitting curling at the edges ! I knew about this but I had forgotten because I sew everything I knit onto poles. So I had to very determinedly knit flat borders all around each piece . And figure how the heck to make round corners.
As I sat knitting and spinning all day for the last month trying to get this yarnbomb made by June 11 I often thought how ridiculous it was to be doing this . But I knew at a very young age that almost everything we do is just something someone made up to do – almost every thing we do is to entertain ourselves. We are all just trying to have a good and happy life.
I like to yarnbomb.
So here it was Sat. June 11 and I had to get this yarnbomb on that train before midnight . Having to knit and sew seams so fast was making me much more confident and aggressive . This is an excellent reason to take on big projects. And there – I was done !
So we are back at the Bart station and the train comes along and I get on. I open up my little purple backpack and pull out this big voluptuous piece of knitting . Half way through knitting the slipcover I had realized that I really liked it and wanted to keep it . Usually it is a mark of yarnbombing flair and confidence that you put up a piece and let it be taken down immediately if the fates decree . But I couldn’t stand the idea of the knitting being up for only an hour and being thrown away. So I had made a slipcover that I could put on and remove . I took it out of my bag and slipped it on the seat.
” That’s a good idea ” said the woman next to me. ” The seats are dirty ! ”
‘I know ” I said ” This is my little artistic comment on the problem ”
Everyone else very politely ignored us. I too k pictures and then folded the cover back up to use in future yarnbombing adventures.
I want to mention that I was inspired to do this by Ish knits yarnbombing The Blue Line in Philadelphia . I like the idea of artists commenting on each others work . I also want to thank The Russian and Brenda Loreman for helping me knit this.
I was in Time magazine this week here.
You should also see all the amazing yarnbombing that was done all over the world here.