yarny bits and walkabouts

went a walking and a crawling (to some pubs, that is)
had to leave my yarny little mark
at the neighborhood that would love it best

threw my knit tags together on the fly
stitched so last minute
they scream low key
basic
and true

quick, silent and fibery
that's my play for the day
make the yarn be with you all
and have a luscious tactile weekend

back in my "zone"

back in my "zone"
even wrote it on the knit
feeling my wild yarny oats
and sewing a few
on my friend's porch

Garbear and i have a plan to put silliness and smiles out into the world
co-authoring some art to place randomly around
this is my start
up to him to finish
you might remember him of late
in a previous post here
he has a funny sense about him
perfect
and he has experience in this sort of thing

the porch needed to be blissfully bombed
yarnfully despoiled
so while there
i affixed a dear knit up
to the post

it says
entering the love zone
a little cryptically, but nevertheless
there it is
it might be time for nearby hearts to set to a rumblin'
it maybe time for singles to collide and make doubles

or maybe the neighborhood stray
will lay kitties upon the stoop
and call it a day

anyway that it plays out
some heartfelt rumourings
are gathering restless wafts of breeze
and threatening flight


Message for the Blogosphere:

Enjoy these moments alone and with your hermit-like self. Cling to the small solitary stillness and deeply enjoy. When it is gone, you don't want to long for the quiet - stock up now and be free to play when the sun shines in your corner and beckons you to step, and step lively.

fearless friday

i have a bag of tricks
and i am not afraid to use them
can't let the rest of living get between me
and the craft of life
that i heartfully signed on for

sometimes you forget why you are doing what you do
it's really just to get to the really fun stuff
like yarny bits
making a statement in your craft
and keeping yourself amused

got a notion
to create a commotion

balls of fiber
binds me to a thought
a concept
a creation in time



snaggletooth eruptions of cosmic crafty wonder
the ahhhh at the end of the day
when your hands find sound purchase
the cares and woes of nonevents fade
and you wind down to dreams of
the next guerrilla yarn exploit

urban art

Thankful Thursday

The long imagined Knit Up has Gone UP!

today

Knitting

Anticipating

Scheming

Guerrilla needles at home
hard at work

Cue my inspiration music, please:

Lovely little things

It's the little things in life that somehow pull you through. The cup above was a Christmas gift given to a friend who has a sincere fondness for Kermit the Frog. Drinking from this little plastic mug brightens any day. Makes you giggle.

A friend of mine has a great store and was the first person to come out and Yarn Bomb with me (here is our collaboration). You know that speaks volumes. Today is her day off - so I placed my little knit ups on her front door handles (she has two) with a deep sense of giggliness this morning. He he - I love being yarny secretive.

I could enjoy a cup of excellent brew and put up my bit of knitting. Such a refined way of doing an yarn installation. Ahhhhh......

Show off your girlish frill and turn up you tutu for the cameras, Knit Up!

These are done up in my friend's shop's colors - and they actually feel really good on the vintage handles to her esteemed store (check it out!)
It's these little things that keep one going, make you smile and able to laugh at the world. Being silly - I highly recommend it!

art where you live

I walk the dog, I use the provided poop mitt when needed
I art where I live.

I just follow my bliss. Connect the yarn bits I have with the site that comes unbidden to my attention and then do the knitty thing. The knitbits ask to be put where they go - I am only the Knit Channel, I just do what I am told.

After being days behind my pledge to knit out daily ( I blame my wonky, index finger for wanting an unpaid holiday and lagging behind when the car door got closed) - so I was a knitter with a mission to get my latest bit of arting out up and visible. (Poop mitt dispenser above!)

Today, I had an accomplice (who shall remain anonymous, of course) who provided lookout and warned me of any stray red trucks that signaled the approach of the dreaded Parks Dept. Alas, they were everywhere today. I put it up and prayed.

Seriously, I have not seen so many of them in 2 square blocks for DAYS. Huh.

Hours of work - preciously few moments of real life appreciation for the tender love by which it was born, knit up love knows no boundaries with me.

The yarn force is with me - my knitting light saber ever ready by my side. The fight has just begun - and the dark side will not subdue the Fiber Within.

Post Script - tonight at 9:30, the dog and I strolled by the scene of the knit crime, and all was still well in the "yarniverse".