Monday, August 22, 2011
I’ve begun work on disguises for our next family yarnbombing outing.* Everyone knows, the best guerilla-knitter types require covert under-coverness. Sadly, discreet camouflagery is not my natural forté. Last time I crafty bombed, 140 spectators watched a ladder fall on my head.
First off the needles, is the New Blue ‘Do’ for the eldest. The eyebrow-raised, eye-rolling you see above, is purely a defensive reaction. This is because she and her siblings have been led to believe that I am crafting them costumes for Crazy Hair Day. This has prompted a great sense of unease and general bewilderment.
Crazy Hair Day is (something like) ten months away. The accepted expectation in the Myrtleandeunice household, is that Crazy Hair Day preparation is limited to thirty minutes prior to the school bell. This allocated thirty minutes involves exploding hair dryers, plonking of bird’s nests on heads and frenzied stabbing-in of hair pins at traffic lights.
While I had envisaged the five of us clad in co-ordinated, bobbed hair-do, yarnbombing disguise, there has been something of an uprising. The Middle has flatly refused to wear girl’s hair even if this is a wild and Crazy Hair Day thing to do. He wants crazy BOY hair. Since he requests the same punk, mohican get-up every Crazy Hair Day, (which is why hair dryers explode), it is unsurprising that he has insisted on this.
The Small is also unimpressed by the New Blue Do because it is not mermaidy enough. However, she agreed to try it on ‘to see’ – or presumably, so that I could more accurately envisage how impressive long locks, down to her knees, in vibrant purple, would be.
The Mr has been sneaking sideways Glances of Suspicion, wondering what I’m up to, because I had asked him what he would like to wear for Crazy Hair Day. This would make him the only participating Crazy Hair Day parent. I explained my need for a yarny project to prevent a spontaneous loss of sanity and the consequent need for extended recuperative ALONE time, AWAY from home. He promptly picked out a crazy facial hair style.
As for me, well, I’m not so sure anymore. I’m not sure I want to look that weird. I’m thinking I should consider the practicalities. A motorcycle hemet could be a perfectly dignified disguise(?) - with bonus, built-in protection against falling ladders...
* Family Yarnbombing Outings usually consist of a three minute holding of the ladder for Mum, before sneaking off and playing on the swings, eating all the snacks, losing the dog and then the finale chorus, (conducted by the Mr), of ‘AREN’T YOU FINISHED YET?’.
New Blue Do, on Ravelry, here.