Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Contrary to how it looks, I have not double crocheted all my scrappy yarn offcuts around and around in loopy loops and then figure eight-ed it around the necks of two of my anklebiters.
Even though it looks like it, here is the irrefutable photographic evidence:
One of them is 220 stitches round and skinnier and loop-de-loops three times,
And the other is 150 stitches round and wider and was accidentally twisted at the very first join. I realised this is precisely what should happen with a cowl, when it loops around a neck twice. Even though it looks a bit strange when it’s off, it sits nice and flat when it’s on.
This tree that I am hanging cowls from willy nilly, is the same tree, that me and my girl yarnbombed way back. It sits out the front of our house and these days it’s looking a little on the scuzzy side.
Recently, our neighbours were auctioning their house and in the weeks leading up to The Big Day, there was frequent polishing and cleaning of fence posts with toothbrushes, (I truly kid you not) and manicuring of lawns with nail scissors, (I kid you only a tiny bit) and I was beginning to think our scuzzy yarnbombed tree was letting the side down.
The day before the auction, I was measuring up the tree...
for a bit of tablecloth/doily, freshening-up action...
...when the neighbour who lives opposite asked me what mischief I was up to this time? This is the same neighbour who is all kinds of wonderful and blinks not an eye when I lie in the middle of the road to photograph snakes. But when I informed him of my grand spruce-up plans, he all but blurted out that he really, really didn’t think my next door neighbour would like that. No. Not one little bit.
While I’m overcoming incredulity that a clad-in-tablecloth-tree is, to some persons, not a vision of sheer delight, I realise I have two options:
1. Come over feisty and doily bomb every tree on the street.
2. Come over all neighbourly and focus my plottings on the (poor) school.
I’m not sure how much it had to do with the not-clad-in-tablecloth-tree, or my propensity for lying on our road photographing snakes but there was not one auction offer on the house next door.