I was given the long awaited change to take part in a yarn bomb earlier this year. One of my good friends posted a "hookers wanted" shout out for crocuses. Once I'd checked out The Willow Wanderer I knew I had to take part. The stars aligned with a day in bed with a stinking cold, and a fittingly purple yarn stash. Happy joy of hooking, the crocuses were quick and easy, and I was able to get them in the post to NYC in time to take part. Yes that's right, a few of those teensy crocuses are mine *proud*.
THE CROCUS
by: Harriet Beecher Stowe (1811-1896)
In blue and yellow from its grave springs up the crocus fair,
and God shall raise those bright blue eyes,those sunny waves of hair.
Not for a fading summer’s morn, not for a fleeting hour,
but for an endless age of bliss, shall rise our heart’s dear flower.
If you get the chance, take a good look at Naomi's blog. She makes beautiful yarn bombs that really serve to brighten up the environment. I love that they are not about whimsy, as yarn bombs often are. My favourite has to be the orange day lily. Absolutely gorgeous! Who wouldn't want this on their fence?
