Apparently, my 84-year-old mother, going on 24, is far more hip to the happenings in Olympia WA than I am. She lives with us, doesn’t drive but reads the local paper, The Olympian every day, and knows just enough of how to use the Internet to be dangerous. And she is always highlighting activities for me and my husband to do in Olympia (because she thinks we don’t get out much).
Today, she educated me on yarn bombing.
“What the heck is that,” I asked. Sounds pretty violent for a docile craft material. Couldn’t there be another name for it? I mean, really. I’m concerned about writing a blog with the word, “bomb” or “bombing” in it.
Over the summer while driving around town, I had noticed there were knitted “cozies” around trees, signposts, and just about anything else that wasn’t moving. Nothing in Olympia surprises me much anymore. Why would a tree with a sweater on it be out of the ordinary? Per my mom, and plus her verification on the Internet, these trees and signposts had been “yarn bombed.”
Inspired by this, she yarn-bombed her walker.
(I’m happy that this is her “indoor” walker. She has a plain walker for those out of the house trips.)
I do plenty of things to embarrass my mom. But I’ll give her credit for living a life filled with creativity and ingenuity. Luckily we live in a creative and odd-ball community, and I’m sure she fits into Olympia WA better than I do!