Yarnbombing Orinda and Cheering Up

” Do you know I’m crazy?” I ask my partner as I come in the door.

“Oh yes ” he says matter of factly as he looks into his silver computer. ” But it’s a good kind of crazy . ”

I had realized I was crazy when I was  measuring the Bart train. I have this idea of yarnbombing a Bart train -which is completely ludicrous , which makes me think it’s a great idea. I  crawling around  behind the Bart seat measuring and I noticed the other passengers were looking at me a little nervously. It made me want to laugh because I looked so silly but I thought that might worry every one  even more.

So you all know there was a New York Times article on yarnbombing and I wasn’t in it. I really moped about this , moped and also pouted. I tried many  methods to cheer myself up.

1. I looked at pictures of my baby friend smiling at me. I also watched a short video of her chewing on her small suede shows.

2. I told myself ” You win some  , you lose some. It’s not about winning or losing , it’s how you play the game. I just want to win one for the team. Soon I was happily imagining myself as a baseball player.

3. I whined and complained on Facebook.

4. I asked everyone for sympathy. This was actually extremely satisfying.

5. My best friend told me  “Go home and think about The Civil War! ” I always like to think about The Civil War.

Then  I went out to The Orinda Public Library and yarnbombed their bike rack.

My partner The Pied Piper and I had driven all over the Diablo area looking for good bike racks for me to yarnbomb. We went to Lafayette and looked at their library which had beautiful railings but no bike racks. We went to 2 Bart stations but they were too harsh. We were driving back to Berkeley when my partner said ” How about Orinda ? ”

So we pulled off   Highway  24 and drove into Orinda.

What a sweet place! Lots of big, green, rustling trees. Great old theater , a cupcake store and ” Europa “-a European Hofbrau with the best reuben sandwiches. We had  a chocolate and a vanilla cupcake and we started to leave and I said  ” Can we just stop for a sec and look at their library? I hear it has a cafe ! ”

So we raced over to the library , I ran over to the entrance and there was a big court yard full of sculpture  and a 4 loop bike rack , my favorite kind. Amazing.

So I went back on Sunday and yarnbombed it.  Betsy helped me , she says she doesn’t have a library degree so I shouldn’t call her The Librarian. She does have fantastic sewing skills.

I like this bike rack but it is a little busy. I seem to be  entering my rococo phase.

  Today’s blog links- An Italian blog about yarnbombing  here .

Another yarnbombing blog here .

Yarnbombing, Dating and The New York Times

Several weeks ago  I got an inquiry from The New York Times about my yarnbombing and I swooned. The New York Times!  My father would be so happy! I had wanted to be in the New York Times but I hoped that it would happen Someday , not so soon. I savored the swoony feeling and thought pleasurably about how an article in The New York Times would probably give me everything I ever wanted.  I also had a sinking feeling that this might be  hard and end badly.

I set up a phone date with the reporter and sat faithfully by the phone  for 2 hours and waited for her to call .  She didn’t call.  I e-mailed her and she quickly responded that there had been an earthquake and tsunami in Japan and that she would call me another time . Well . Japan , yes , that did seem more important. So I waited  and waited and waited and she didn’t call, she didn’t write , despite my checking my mail  obsessively. One morning as I was staring fixedly at my e-mail I thought  “This is such a familiar awful feeling. What was it reminding me of ? ”

Then I realized it . I t was just like dating. I hated dating.

It was the waiting around that I hated. So what I did when I was dating is-I picked who I wanted to date and I called him. I didn’t need to have that ” Oh he has to pick me” feeling to feel wanted.

So I gave up on TNYT and thought  ” I  don’t need them , I  am just great with out them . ” So then they called.

So I did an hour interview on the phone on the way to the airport and my teeth only chattered a little bit. I gave her a list of other people to call and flew away.

Then another really long time went by and I gave up again . After a n interminable time the reporter wrote me and said ” My editors need to know your real name or your age , one or the other. Tell us.”

Terrible-I am totally wedded to my anonymity  but I really wanted to be in TNYT. Since this was dating I cornered a girlfriend and talked her ear off for 2 straight hours and then decided I couldn’t tell them my age or name, that I would be betraying what I believed in. So I wrote a little impassioned plea for anonymity and then waited for several more weeks and heard nothing. Then I heard that the article would soon be coming out and I kept checking for it . And then it came out  And everyone I had suggested to the reporter was in it and I wasn’t.

Oh man . Rejected . They broke up with me ! And they had started it ! The reporter told me that her editors had wanted it to be more international. Oh there’s always some reason the other person has to leave you.

I hope to get over this eventually

This flowery piece is my first commission , for Harvey, who waited 7 months for it. We all wait and make others wait.

I know it seems a funny contrast to The New York Times but here are 2 good articles an AOL   P atch website.

Berkeley Patch here.

Palo Alto Patch here.