Last month I got involved with the local yarn bombing group. We do places like a local Alzheimer centre so they have something cheerful to look at during the winter.
Usually I just help out with assembly but this time we were asked to do a lamppost as part of a street festival and the organizers decided to do a garden. Now sometime in the distant past I helped create a set for an adult website where I knitted moss. This was fun, random knitting done on large needles so I decided to volunteer to create the “grass” for the garden. Of course as soon as I got home and checked my yarn stash I realized that nearly all those yarns had been donated before I left Montreal. I looked temptingly at the “moss” I had created, that had been returned to me, but the cat made very threatening noises at the thought of losing his soft, fluffy bed. This of course generated lots of fun FB posts about going out and hunting down some “grass”. I actually slummed and went to Walmart to buy tacky yarn and I actually used a Micheals coupon too.
It was a blast knitting on 15 mm needles after all the lace kitting I have done lately. I used two strands of yarn plus a sparkly lurex as the base knit fabric. I wove green fun fur in and out of the knit – sort of like how you carry a yarn of the colour you are not using in Fair Isle knitting. I used short rows to create angles in the knitting. The only issue I had was that it was very hot in August and sitting with a thick, furry blanket in my lap meant I only knit in air conditioned spaces. The finished size was 37 inches wide by 39 inches tall – it wasn’t a project one could stick in ones purse.
Lots of other people knitted flowers, birds, butterflies, leaves and of course sky! Now normally our creations are put up by some much younger people with significant others who don’t mind standing on top of a ladder at midnight at -20C but this time the whole thing had to be assembled in public in daylight. Our intrepid installers solved the problem by knitting themselves beards and toques and becoming Edmonton lumber jacks for the day. Luckily it was not too hot.
The lamppost decorating was actually a contest and WE WON. We donated the prize to Nina Haggerty Centre for the Arts and the Alberta Chapter of the Alzheimer’s Society.
For more details and lots of pictures check out Knitmonton.
I have been working on the Pan / Green Man doll the last 2 weeks. I was reading the latest Wild Fibre magazine and they had a photo of these 4 horned black sheep that just enchanted me so now he has 4 horns. Oh and a penis because he is a fertility god after all. He has the first layer of hair on also. The background is kind of messy because I got fed up not being able to get into my studio and dragged it all upstairs and I have been working at the kitchen table. This means more interruptions, including my father making jokes about it….. But at least I am getting something done.
And that little bang?
Someone dropped this strange tube with electrical wires coming out of it behind the garage that the guy who does the lawn took one look at and called the police, who called the bomb squad. So we had a bomb scare in the alley!
We were told to get into the basement – umm no we can’t do that because mom can’t walk – so we had to stay at the front of the house while they blew it up. The whole thing took from 7am to 10:30 am when there was a sound of a garbage can being dropped. Apparently this was “oil field debris” that someone dropped off behind the garage along with one table leg and an empty bottle. And I thought life was a little boring and humdrum.
A week ago the dog got sick and spent a couple of days at the vet. Yes I know, I needed that like a hole in the head. However those couple of days showed me how much I depended on those 15 -20 minute walks. It is a time just for me and the dog and it is non guilt inducing and non-negotiable – the dog must be walked several times a day since we don’t have a fenced yard and we have wall to wall carpeting.
Every morning at 7 am we go out and walk. We watch the sun rise in spring and fall, we shuffle through the dark in winter and we pretend to run in the summer. We surprise the hares in the fields and sometimes we meet the little white dog from down the road getting its morning walk. While us humans use our stock phrases of “nice morning” and so on the dogs have a fest of sniffing and bouncing.
Walking similar routes everyday I see the gardens changing with the seasons in minute details. I see the cosmos that have escaped to the field and watch the fruit trees blossom, show their fruit and lose it. I see the backyard that was an over grown mess suddenly cut down and groomed as new owners take control. After storms there are suddenly gaps in trees and crushed fences and huge puddles as sump pumps work their magic. And I walk past it all day after day, 3 times a day, just breathing and watching. The show goes on for me without lifting a finger, just walking and picking up the poop. Through sun, rain, snow, sleet and darkness, just walking and picking up poop.
It makes the days bearable. I can leave some of the stress out there for the gods to compost.
(Note: since the last post the number of new caregivers we have had for Mom since June 23rd is now 25)