We are proud to announce that yet another "long time in the making" crochet project of ours is now displayed in its rightful place on the bridge over the train tracks that Silkworm and I adore so much.
We went out on Lucy with a plastic bag full of the heart, extra yarn, and scissors. It was our first bike ride together during which I had to wear a coat--and gloves, and an ear-warmer headband, and I was still cold. Though Silkworm doesn't feel the cold, he was also appropriately dressed in his new fuzzy brown crocheted sweater. He sat upon the handlebars, much to his dismay. He prefers the comfort of chest pockets on shirts, but I've yet to find a coat with chest pockets.
When we made it to the bridge, we got to work right away. I snipped off strands of yarn to tie the heart to the chain links with. A few cars went over the bridge while we were tying it up. We would have hid like good Enchantemissaries, but there wasn't much if anything to hide behind--and besides, Lucy was with us. Someone also walked past on the sidewalk part of the bridge, which all three of us were hoarding, so we moved as much to the side as we could to let the person pass.
"Are you leaving a message? Oh, it's crocheted!"
"It's a yarn bomb."
"That's so nice [or something kind like that]. Have a nice day."
Surprisingly, as prepared as we were hyping ourselves up to be, the train never plowed through underneath us. We managed to hold onto everything and not one bit of yarn nor any pair of scissors nor bear was dropped through the fence to land on the tracks (though I must admit I did come quite close to losing our scissors).
I haven't decided if we should take it down after a while. Is it considered littering if we didn't take it down? What's the formality for yarn bombers? Let us know what you'd do, we're quite curious!