You’ve read the title of this post, I assume. This post is all about yarnbombing and strangeness. First up, yarnbombing!
I mentioned in a previous post that I would be yarnbombing public places with pink crochet hearts for
Single Awareness Day Valentine’s Day. Well, I did. I had 50 hearts to yarnbomb with and I used up all of them. Here is the story of my yarnbombing adventure!
First, me being virtual schooled, Valentine’s Day meant a day to basically goof off. Like I said, virtual school allows a lot of freedom. So I woke up early, at 9 (which is early for me, OK) and I got my mom to take me to the mall. I did a bit of yarnbombing at the bookstore, Books-A-Million*. I hung hearts off the corners of shelves, all over the Doctor Who* display, and tucked some into certain books. I may or may not have targeted self-help books to do with romance. I also strewed some around the cashier counters and left a few at the coffee shop tables. When I finished with the bookstore, I had 38 hearts left. You can tell I like the bookstore, can’t you?
My mom suggested going over to the food court. After all, everyone needs to eat. Unless you’re one of those anorexic models. Anyway, some of the restaurants hadn’t opened yet, so I stuck some hearts on their counters. I also did a bit of yarnbombing around the tables. Some of the workers were looking at us strangely. I guess seeing a teen girl drop pink hearts everywhere while her mom lags behind isn’t the usual sight. It should be.
Then I got hungry, so we bought some breakfast hash-browns and nuggets from Chick-Fil-A*. Nom nom nom. When we finished up there, I had 29 hearts left. Ooh, running a bit low already.
* I am not being paid to advertise any of these companies, though I wish I was. I’m seriously strapped for cash right now.