All yarnbombers hate having their tags taken down . It makes me feel sad , mad , insulted , vaguely persecuted and a little silly . But you have to take that risk to yarnbomb , no romance with out rejection apparently.
And it’s such a wonderful thrill , a miracle when everyone silently agrees to leave a yarnbomb up on a fence for weeks and weeks , so many people being kind .
When I started this felt heart street art series I knew that it would be tricky – the hearts are really fun to own and put up on your own wall . I knew I would be putting out a big marshmallow and asking everyone to to not eat it .
I put this big blue heart up at a construction site on a temporary Tri City fence . After a month I drove by one day and not only heart was gone but the whole fence was gone . Poof ! I posted a picture of the felt heart and the fence on my Facebook page and told all my friends that my heart was gone .
The next morning I got up , put on my brown handspun sweater , drank a quart of water and went to my computer to look at Facebook . They tell us that Facebook is keeping us from our flesh and blood friends but my physical friends don’t want to talk about yarnbombing first thing in the morning . So I opened up my Facebook page and there was the most amazing thing .
My heart was sitting on that same Tri City fence but now it was up in Sonoma ! The fence had come down in Berkeley with the heart still attached and had gone back up again at a different site with the heart still on it.
This made up for all the moping and grinding of teeth over my many disappeared hearts . The first traveling yarnbomb !
This is what it said under the picture . ” You have friends in many mysterious places . The felt heart stayed out all night wet and frozen and now it is a perfect hardness. ‘
I was so happy to find my hard blue heart .
Sf Weekly post with yarnbombing here