A while ago the wife was asked or volunteered (not sure which) to crochet a line of bunting for a yarn bomb event, so the said bunting was designed, made and sent to one of the organisers of the event.
Today was the day of the event which was called Spinning Yarns (a festival of colour, creativity and craft). It was a two days festival, and what a festival it was. As the organisers put it “set in the stunning Antrim Castle Gardens and Clotworthy House. Spinning Yarns is a must do event for those passionate about yarn or simply seeking a great day out. Come along to be entertained and inspired“, well put I say. I must say it was great and even I enjoyed it. It was nice to meet some of the people who had worked so hard to get everything set up.
You have all heard of yarn bombing right? The action or activity of covering objects or structures in public places with decorative knitted or crocheted material, as a form of street art. That’s the dictionary definition. You can all thank Magda Sayeg for starting it all off in 2005 (so she claims) Do you know differently? Technically it is illegal as it is a form of graffiti!!! I must say it looks to good to be graffiti, it is art. To the person who could not understand why people do it (yarn bomb) I say look around you, see what joy and colour it brings to a sometimes grey world.
Where was I? Back to today and our visit to the event. Before you entered the door you were met with crocheted flowers in pots and lots of decorations of different shapes and sizes, which were all looking great. There were lots of stalls and opportunities to buy to your heart’s content. One of the first things you saw when you got through the door was a lovely knitted river which was set in a part of the gardens. The hard work that had gone into it made it so amazing. Such great details like boats and swans to name but a few. I must admit the thing that I liked the best was the Yarn Bombed mountain bike which was near the entrance. There was lots of nice food to buy too. With plenty of displays and demonstrations throughout the day. I must admit after meeting so many crocheters and their friends the day has generated more than one or two ideas for other blogs, so watch this space.
I must say it was good to meet some of the other half’s (widowers) and exchange that odd knowing glance or nod knowingly to be the partner of somebody who loves crocheting, yarn or knitting. I enjoyed the event, but I did meet some who had that look on their faces (the one I have on my face walking into a yarn shop), which means “what am I doing here”. I hope the photos show what a great day it was. Sometimes the photos do not do it justice. To all the ladies who did not get into the photos, because you were not there I say ‘sorry we missed you’. Thanks again for all the hard work put into the day, for us it went well. After taking some photos and saying our goodbyes it was time to walk through the rest of the gardens and look at the yarn bombing there. Again there were some great examples of it, although there were some of the flowers still in bloom the others had been made to look like they still were with the crochet and knitting. There were lots of what looked like very large Dorset buttons, a great selection of fairy friends and the large blanket (which we had a hard time of keeping Ginger the blanket thief off) and my favourite the small watering can bursting with colour. Space and time does not allow me to share about the other crocheting groups and there work, the woman who has 60 bags of a special stash (which she is determined to start to work through, the thoughts of Mrs Grann E.S. Quaire on the event and the Alpacas, there are other days and other blogs for all that.
The moral of the story is if you missed it this year look out for it next year or if you go and visit the gardens soon you will still see some of the yarn bombing left in the gardens (as long as the weather allows). Till next time keep up the good work and keep on crocheting, as for me I am off to finish the “artisan food” we bought.