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".

Yes, a little yarn bombing would be nice, please

Okay - mission accomplished! I have been wanting to do my "art installation" work for sometime now (check out this link here and here for previous yarn mischievousness). I kinda fell off my own favorite bandwagon (the yarn bombing, knit graffiti bandwagon that is), but it was never far from my heart or spirit. Ahh, the dreams I dream for my little town. If I had it my way, they would never know what hit them and then be catapulted to pseudo-fame in the realms of the the "craftivists" (yeah, that's crafty folk with an anarchist bent, that is!) People would flock to see the wee bits of yarn stuck in uncommon local spots and smile happily, content in the knowledge that soft and fluffy graffiti was spreading like tribbles.

If you want to be inspired, visit one of my favorite spots here and receive your call to arms. excuse me, yarns. You could even be taught how to act out yarnfully right here, by reading a book about the incredible manifestation of this radical craft.

This is a pole that is topped with an information plaque explaining about local plant life and their importance to we human's existence. Art, in it's various forms, is also life nurturing. Besides, the pole was currently available (though, did request we not post it's number or any other personal information).

I drove by a few minutes ago - it is still up, in tact, has so far escaped the dreaded parks department militia and hopefully attracting a few bemused looks.

Ahhhh - onto more acts of radical craftiness.