The “Strange Hobbies” commercial by Delivery.com is killer hilarious, albeit, the title is rather offensive to the art of Yarn Bombing. I’m sure most people will find it funny, but to a knitter, it falls into a different perspective. When you Yarn Bomb everything in sight, to the point where you are no longer able to function, it just becomes quite tragic. Most knitters are a mere fraction of a step away from that reality. One more yarn purchase, and the commencement begins.
Yarn Bombing is the art of encasing random items in yarn, in the style of street art or graffiti; be it knit, crochet or however yarn can be used to enrobe the item completely or partially. I always thought the concept was totally outrageous, but now that I too am obsessed with fiber craft, I can see the tremendous fun and creative outlet it offers. I can also see the layers of crumbling sanity. This commercial brings the extreme sport of Yarn Bombing to the masses. I wonder if the outside world can truly understand just how close to the end that could bring us all.
I have developed a deep and highly intense love and obsession with yarn, and I know darn well that I am not alone. I see myself teetering on the edge, and I have come to terms with that. We must do what makes us happy. There are always going to be people who don’t like or appreciate the things we love. Instead of saying, “If the rest of the world doesn’t like it, they can just suck it.” sometimes you just have to love it enough for the rest of the world.
I don’t fully understand how I arrived at my current state of Yarn Addiction, but I know there must be something deeper than color, thickness, softness and fluffiness, but that’s definitely a major part of it. Why else would I stand in the School Products Yarn Store for almost an hour drooling over their Chunky Yarn display?
Maybe it’s the idea that you can create a whole garment out of a pile of strings. Maybe it’s even more intense than that—a deep sense of passion possibly. I can’t for the life of me figure out what it is for sure.
I don’t know—there must be drugs in yarn. It doesn’t make sense why I have squirreled away skein stashes like they are disaster supplies. Sacks and sacks of yarn hidden in my closet like the stores are all just going to shut down one day, and there will never be any more yarn.
It’s as though I’m saving up for the apocalypse. So when it all goes down, I can go out and Yarn Bomb the enemy.
But that’s not exactly such a bad idea. In war, we fight to obtain peace. In any other situation, an analogy of this nature would be absurd, and most certainly the sign of a severe lack of intellect.
But that’s the nature of that beast. Finding a way out of that black hole would be an ideal solution. In the perfect world, yarn could bring about that necessary change.
The reality is, if all wars were fought by Yarn Bombing, then the paradoxical nature of war would be much more peacekeeping.