Yarnbombing And My Father

My father really likes  my yarnbombing. This is totally unexpected and delightful. All of us on this planet go around hoping for our parents approval so it’s very satisfying to get it for yarnbombing. All this time I could have been thinking “What would make my father really happy? I know-I’ll become a yarnbomber!”

I’m not sure what he likes about it, I am a little afraid to ask. I  imagine he likes that it is very bold, that I write a lot about it and that it is often blogged and written about in newspapers. It’s a great thing to have someone you love read what you are writing and talk to you about it. A good intimacy.

So approval. To go around trying to get approval is just going to be exasperating. To do what you want and get approval is exhilarating. When I yarnbomb out on the streets I get lots of encouragement from people going by. This feels like the warm sun appearing suddenly in a field of clouds. But I also enjoy people grumpily dismissing yarnbombing as stupid on the internet. I like doing something that causes people to stop briefly and have a response.

We are looking for more energy. To love what you do gives you energy. To have other people pay attention to what you are doing adds energy.  To think and talk about what you are doing adds energy. Making knit clothes is cozy and embracing,  putting knitting out on a public street is explosive.

The internet feeds our desire for approval and attention. I want attention for this idea –  that we can change our daily world by making it more beautiful, relaxing, personal and happy. With yarnbombing or  just going outside  and having a good time.

Here is a story about this yarnbomb which I put up in Charlotte over in The Fourth Ward. I was going out the door with my father , his wife and my brother so they could see me put up a piece. My nephew saw us and said definitely ” I want to go yarnbombing!’

He disappeared briefly and came out wearing a really good yarnbombing disguise-way better than mine- a hoody pulled up over his head and big dark sunglasses. As we all walked over to the pole by the fountain he gave everyone their secret yarnbombing names. I made everyone stand down the street so we wouldn’t be causing a ruckus. As I crouched in the prickly ivy sewing up the piece I looked up and saw my nephew slowly sneaking closer and closer to me. I finished sewing, pulled the yarnbomb all the way up the pole , turned around and jumped back. There was my nephew standing 2 inches away from me up on the park bench. ” I wish I could do a back flip off this bench” he told me fervently.

“Me too” I said .

Here is another blog about yarnbombing here.

And this is a very insightful essay about woman and  yarnbombing  here.

Yarnbombing Charlotte, North Carolina

I was walking around Charlotte with my brother looking for yarnbombing sites. My brother is not a yarnbomber but he got interested in looking at various poles and bike racks. I was  seeing a lot of detail about Charlotte that I had never noticed before. All the street signs were perched on strips or bent metal so they were no good. When I come to a new city I always bring a lot of knitting-I bring a large plastic bag full of different sizes of yarnbombs to try and prepare for whatever I might find. I also bring a lot of knitting to calm my frayed nerves after I have been sneaking around putting yarnbombs up.

We walked past The Discovery Museum and I noticed a bike rack that was really cute. We walked past it again and my brother pointed it out and said  “That’s a good rack”.  I walked past it with my 7 year old nephew and he pointed to it and said I should yarnbomb it. So I did.

There were really interesting bike racks in front of  The Bank Of America Head quarters. They had a U shaped pole suspended in between 2 wide ridged” park your horse here” type  poles.  Unfortunately they also had multitudes of police men standing in front of them guarding them and The Bank Of America Head quarters. I try to be very bold but I’m not an idiot so I moved down the street.

I like the library in Charlotte , it had a fountain, lots of books and nice racks. I liked that men would sort of sit lean on this rack, so I made it more comfortable.

All this yarnbombing was nerve racking so I retired to my hotel and sat in the lobby on a sofa and had a cup of tea. I nagged everyone I saw to bring me a cookie and finally the man at the front desk brought some on a glass pedestal. I ate my cookie and finished knitting my final yarnbomb.
I had picked out a bike rack in front of Coco’s restaurant. This is my nephews’ favorite joint so I wanted to appreciate it. Mercifully it had gotten dark and there was a nice line of waiting taxis to hide behind. I sat comfortably on the ground and sewed. When I finished a man came up excitedly and said ” Oh I have seen this on the Internet, people knit all over everything. What is it called?”

“Yarnbombing” I said.