Are you a knitter or crochetier? Do you design (or want to design) unusual pieces of street art out of yarn?
If so, you should design a pattern for Yarn Bombing: The Art of Knit Graffiti, to be published by Arsenal Pulp Press in fall 2009.
A DIY guide to the art of yarn graffiti and a history of hand-crafted textile street art, Yarn Bombing will feature patterns such as street-smart disguises, useful wearable tools like gloves and tool belts, street art such as knit car cozies, bike covers and headlight toques, and outdoor installations such as crochet shawls for leafy trees. The sky’s the limit as long as it’s knit or crocheted! Projects should be fun, colorful and a little bit wacky.
Designers are asked to submit a sketch and detailed description of their project, along with a brief bio, by the submission deadline of May 30, 2008.
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I started this hat like my other berets but somewhere I added a stitch or a row or something so it was was too big when I got to the point of ending it so…I kept going and modified the design to make a larger hat perfect for long locs or long hair. Perfect if you wear updos. Finished Saturday morning before heading to the EtsyNJ meetup
My mom was forever making crocheted pillows for people as gifts. That was her special project. In second grade, I had a classmate named Natasha. Now, Natasha wasn’t always nice to me but her mom used to give my brother and me a ride to school if she saw us waiting for the bus on rainy days. She didn’t know us beyond the fact I was in her daughter’s class but she said she felt bad to see us out there. My mother thought it was nice of her to offer the ride without knowing us so Mom made her one of her special pillows as a thank you gift. I’ll be honest…I didn’t even want to take it to school. As I said Natasha wasn’t always nice to me. She dragged that pillow all over the gymnasium floor during lunch. I was sure her mother never got it.
Fast forward 10 years, I’m in high school in a different town sitting at a honors breakfast with my mom. The woman sitting across from us keeps staring at me and finally asks, “Did you go to Calvary Christian school?” I tell her yes and she asks if the woman with me is my mother. When I tell her yes, she leans over and introduces herself to my mom.
“I know we never met, but I used to give your kids a ride when I saw them on the bus stop years ago. You made me this pillow as a thank you gift and I loved it. I still have it sitting on my bed. It was such a special gift. So beautiful. So thoughtful.”
My mother and I are both surprised by her emotional reaction. The two of them begin chatting and find out they both work in the same building and are members of the same union. My mother gains a new friend all from a handmade gift she made for a stranger who was nice to her kids. And 17 years after that connection over breakfast, 27 years after the pillow was first made, it still has a place of honor in that nice lady’s home.