R. Darling, Dylan, and I had lunch at our favorite lunch spot last weekend. It was a sunny day and we were glad to be out enjoying some time as a family. Looking out the window I could see one of the local yarn shops and noticed that the tree out front was sporting a snazzy new coat of many colors, just in time for autumn.
Swallowing my delicious bite of taco al pastor, I casually mentioned to R. Darling that I just didn’t get the what the big freakout over yarnbombing was all about. I mean, why would anyone waste perfectly good yarn on covering inanimate objects, when all that yarn could be used for charity projects? I said something much like this to R. Darling as I looked out the window. And he looked right at me without a moment’s pause and shot back, “Oh, kinda like buying all kinds of yarn, storing it in tubs in the upstairs shower and then not knitting with it either?” Yikes. He got me. I would have mimed being stabbed in the heart and falling over in my chair if he hadn’t been completely and totally right. So I’m a slow knitter. And a little bit of a hoarder. But you can bet my yarn will never be keeping some tree warm on a winter afternoon. I’m more interested in keeping other people warm, the ones I love and the ones I don’t even know.