Tuesday Mom and I went diving with Scuba Iguana, with ample time to knit while in transit to and from Gordon Rocks. Yarn bomb #1 is a prickly pear lobe, which found a perfect home on a prickly pear near the giant iguana statue in the center of town. One lobe had been vandalized, with a big rectangular chunk cut out of it, and it was a sad sight to see. Now it looks like this:
Next, I placed a pole cozy near the trash/recycling bins at the bus stop down the street, with help from one of my fellow travelers, who said she had a blast doing it (and earned herself a glass of champagne, too).
Later, I bumped into a naturalist friend who lives in Puerto Ayora and promises to keep me updated on the status of my tags, long may they wave!
My first tag on the water taxi pier in San Cristobol
No longer a yarn bombing virgin! First tag placed on San Cristobol dock….
Nascent yarn bomber on the loose, y’all. Spending the night in Quito con mi madre and a bowl of crappy room service pasta carbonara, with visions of my first yarn bombs dancing in my head.
In the fullness of time I may have to make knitted nudibranchs a recurring theme in my tags, along with other marine life, but for now, whatever comes to mind will do, I suppose. If I can leave a few tags behind on the Galapagos Islands, I will post photos of them forthwith, or thereabouts.
I’ll eventually spruce up this here blog environment, but plain vanilla will have to suffice for now, as I lack the time to fool with it at the moment. Cheers!