One of the things I'm noticing as a result of yarnbombing is a heightened sense of my place in this community.  The tree above is outside the hospital where my two nieces were born, and putting those two rocks in the tree feels like a small anchor to that place. There is a small pink tag around the stop sign at the corner of 17th and Wilemar, which I pass everyday, and it acts as a small marker to me on my way to and from work.  It's one of the points of contact where two strands of the web of my life meet.  It's a bit like mapping the world, leaving landmarks that I recognize as having a distinct connection with my life, even if it is a small connection.  Try it.  You might like it.

That warm fuzzy feeling that a cozy can bring on

Today I hooked up a new cozy for one of the posts outside the library.  As I was stitching it on (quickly!) a young man came over and asked why I was doing it, gesturing towards the post I was working on and the others already cozied up.  I'll admit that I knee-jerkclassified him in the "hoodlum" category (based on his manner of dress), which is the category for anyone who'd ever want to rip off a cozy.  I thought I was about to hear a bit of criticism.

I answered that I was doing it because I wanted to make the world a more cheerful place.

He leaned over and gave me a big hug and said "That's awwweeesooooommme!"

Oh.

Not a hoodlum, then, but someone who felt the warm and fuzzy.  Nice.

not crochet or bombing, but verrry funny

MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON from Dean Fleischer-Camp on Vimeo.

Rail cozy

Another pic of the three-gen-lovebomb activity in front of the Courtenay library.

Need bigger house for more yarn.

Need more yarn.

pom-pom bomb

These pom-poms, and all their little sisters I hung around town, will be revealed as the leaves fall from the trees.

This little tree-collar-cozy is along the route I regularly walk during my work-life.  I forget it's there and then some days I see it and it surprises a smile out of me.

Three-generation bombing

Went out with my mom and the kid last night and dropped a bunch of cozied-up rocks in the valley.  It was the kid's idea to use some of the rock cozies to cover these posts outside the Courtenay library...not perfect, but fun.  My favourite combination. 

cozies with the ankle-biters

These beautiful rock cozies were produced in the YarnBombLove sweatshop...thanks mom!

All part of making the world a cozier place, one inanimate object at time.

These next few are my nieces helping me wrap a little coziness around a tree at Puntledge Park.