This morning, our first morning back home from holidays, Sean woke early to take the rubbish bins out for collection and returned saying it looked like someone had hung some crochet on a light pole outside. I wasn’t quite awake so it didn’t sink in but later, I headed out to see what he was talking about and sure enough, the pole outside our house has been tagged! Or yarn bombed!
Even though generally I’m not so fond of the notion of knitting graffiti, I do feel secretly a bit pleased to think that either by accident or design, there’s some yarn decorating if not my house, then at least something on the street. Right on the nature strip in fact.
I was visited by my younger siblings, Keith and Fee, this morning and had to show it to them. They were flabbergasted, having never heard of such a thing. Not being so up on how it all works, they were convinced it had to be someone who knows I live here. I’m not so sure. I think it’s just a happy coincidence. We checked out how it was hung up there – it had to be sewn on. Otherwise you’d need a ladder to slip it over the top of the pole. It’s attached pretty securely.
What is a bit funny is that while we were away, Web-Goddess stayed in our house while visiting Canberra and if you know her, you know she’s kinda got a thing about knitting graffiti and even wrote an Anti-Knitting Graffiti Manifesto. I like her take on it. While I’d probably never engage in this kind of public art myself, I am, as I said, chuffed to have some knitting graffiti so close by. I hope it stays there a long time because it’ll make me smile and that, I suppose, is the purpose of knitting graffiti.
I don’t believe it was widely known she was staying here but it’s funny to imagine it might have been an act of provocative yarn bombing.
Whoever did it, thanks. We love it. I like the way it blends in with the not-yet-autumnal tree beside it, like knitting imitating nature. In a few weeks when the leaves turn red, the flecks of colour in it will help it blend in still.