I have been bombed! Yes, it happened to me. Renegade knitters snuck into my yard (climbing a six foot chain linked fence) and installed a green and a purple heart on my fence. I saw the bomb before I even parked the car, I was overwhelmed with yarn love. So overwhelmed that I stood in the cold for a very long time with my arms full of my daily my burden (purse, knitting bag, and empty lunch sack). The cold drove me in, but only to drop my stuff and grab my camera to snap these shots.
I was excited, but I want to know who would tag me. I have my suspicions, but no confirmations. I will get to the bottom of this even if it includes going through the stashes of all my friends. Of course I love my yarn bomb, but enquiring minds still want to know.
For those who don't know exactly what a yarn bomb is, it is a knitted item installed in a public place for the enjoyment or confusion of all. Lately with all the drama in my life I have noticed these little bombs popping up all over the place. I have seen them on Grand, at the local yarn shop, and outside some of my friends homes. Every time I see these little missives of yarn love; I smile. The sighting lifts my spirits and remind me that in this sad place I find myself in right now I am not alone. My hearts are much appreciated and warm my soul, thank you mad yarn bomber, I love you, too.